Displaced Martial Arts Class
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, 01-01-2015 at 07:01 AM (410 Views)
Morning of January 1, 2015. Thursday.
Dream #: 17,545-02. Reading time: 1 min 40 sec.
I am in the Cubitis house in the morning. The living room is about four times bigger. The bedroom my father built into the carport is also about four times larger.
I am aware of noise and music from an unknown source (from the northwest). After about twenty minutes, our oldest son’s martial arts class, as it was when he was younger, enters the house through the front door. It is disco music I do not recognize at first. The intrusion and noise annoy me. (I do not question why my son is younger or why the martial arts class will be in the new north bedroom. It does not occur to me that my son had never been to America). I am standing near what would be the eastern wall, near the windows, looking west into the expanse of the living room. It has a slightly shiny and partly reflective floor. (In reality, the house had brown floor tiles in every room, speckled with different colorful patterns on each tile).
The real-life instructor asks me if I mind the music they are using today, some of which is The Village People. Even though I find it irritating, I say, “I can take it or leave it this morning,” so as not to cause an argument (especially as he seems very cheerful and kind). He seems to appreciate my honesty and willingness to allow the class to continue, and they go into the carport addition, all dressed in white martial arts uniforms.
Question and answers:
Why the martial arts teacher? He is this dream’s vestibular modulation personification, an association with the emerging (preconscious) awareness required to wake and become active with discernible physicality and coordination.
Why the martial arts class in the bedroom? It is because I am sleeping in a bedroom at the time. This dream is nothing more than a typical wake-up call precursory to correlating with real physicality upon waking. I consider the martial arts class (and music) as “intrusive” only because I desire (liminally) to sleep a little longer.
Why is it in the wrong bedroom? It is so I do not mistake my dream for real life. My son is younger for the same reason. I remain in the living room without the process of wall mediation (entering the bedroom).
This type of dream is not much different from a bathroom wake-up call dream, when a bathroom is inaccessible or “wrong” to eventually produce the realization of the need to wake and answer nature’s call.