Blue_Opossum

Morning of January 6, 2015. Tuesday.



In the first event, I am flying, about ten feet above the street, behind a car driven by my wife Zsuzsanna’s younger sister (who we rarely see in real life). I do not know who her passenger is. Suddenly, her car stops in the middle of the street as if it hit something that was literally invisible. I see that she is lying on her back across the front seat (instead of being in a position that would indicate that she had just crashed as the driver), her head to my left. There is a purple area of skin around her nose and cheeks, continuing down to just above her chest, somewhat hour-glass-shaped. I am trying to decide if this was a result of her face hitting the steering wheel (as she has a minor nosebleed) or if it represents either a breathing problem or blood chemistry imbalance related to breathing. It seems to be the latter. Someone calls an ambulance. (In reality, she has no breathing problems as far as I know but does maintain a hostile attitude.)

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This may relate to being “purple with rage”. Overall, my dream has no significance with recent events, though is possibly a reminder of her self-destructive attitude; that I would not let her mentality “drive” me.

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The next event relates to being an aid to a higher-ranking military figure. An old prisoner with a beard is not a terrorist as believed by most officials. The only one who knows this is the military figure I serve. He is planning to help the prisoner escape without detection. Firstly, the prisoner is told to shave as well as wear a military uniform he is discretely given.

We release the prisoner from his cell and the three of us walk towards an elevator. No one seems suspicious. While we are on the elevator, an older (but shorter than we are) higher-ranking official steps in. We start talking about big game hunting. I try to sound intelligent in this scene but end up being incoherent. I talk about hunting buffalo (bison) but I am uncertain if they have tusks or long tusk-like horns. (They have horns, but in my dream, I do not perceive them as such and I feel that my uncertainty was a foolish mistake that would expose me as not understanding hunting.) I go on to talk about hunting elephants (as if they are like bison) and giraffes and then add, somewhat unnecessarily, that this sort of hunting is not in America. Still, the official does not mock me or seem suspicious.

I and the military man I am helping are eventually out on the street with the former prisoner, getting into a convertible (which is across the street from the government building). An unfamiliar female approaches the car from the right side, saying that she knew the man was an escaping prisoner, yet did not raise the alarm (and it seems she helped us in distracting a couple other officers as we were leaving the building). I am not sure what her motive is. She reminds me of actress Margaret Hamilton (Miss Gulch and The Wicked Witch of the West from 1939’s “The Wizard of Oz”). (I sometimes confused her with Jane Withers as Josephine the Plumber when I was young. “The Farmer Takes a Wife” from 1935 stars both.) The parked car transmutes to my “return” to bed.

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The preconscious (here the Margaret Hamilton character) is passive and helpful in this case, as the prisoner (my emergent consciousness) escaping is waking symbolism. This is foreshadowed and validated by the elevator ride (which symbolizes a real-time transition in consciousness, often either the induction or waking prompt precursor in liminal space) while my dream self is openly displaying and proving my lack of critical thinking skills and viable memory of hunting (biological sustenance symbolism as the dream self cannot physically eat or survive on its own and my unconscious mind is pulling away the fictional nature of my dream self). The higher-ranking military figure I am helping could be identified as the transpersonal interconsciousness, while the other male on the elevator could be a stand-in model for everyman.

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