Symbols/ Models seen in the dream and what they generally represent etc:
red (color)-anger, passion, "stop"
grey (color)-
blue (color)-depression
green (color)-jealousy, envy, can also represent growth
blanket-something that makes you feel secure
leaves-growth, if dead can symbolize something running its course. Or the need to move on
vines-clingy issue or person, etc.
prominent eyes-perception of things
cold-a standstill in life, being frozen out of a situation or someone's life
window-perception of things, my POV ( what is seen through the window is relevant )
room-you, the room or depth of which the image reside in you in waking hours
inability to speak/move-feeling stuck, in life you are not making enough effort to progress
woman-"presence of feminine characteristics of self"
naked-unpreparedness, vulnerable, openness, honesty
hair-complexity of thought in relation to the dream
hands-indicate purpose.
->Purpose is the ability to conceive an intention for actions. Intention is important because it sets into motion karma, an indebtedness to Self for learning. When hands are outstanding in a dream it will usually indicate the dreamer's need to give attention to the intentions behind the actions.
someone I don't remember meeting-represents aspects of self ( in this case probably Love/ involvement with people emotionally in general )
So looking into that, and conceding that I obviously believe there is some sort of importance to the things we dream, here is what I believe I am basically telling myself...
(Heads up: Understand that sometimes I ignore grammar, and that it is on purpose because this is my writing and it's for me to decide what is right and wrong)
This was all aimed to express the deep caged-in truth that I know full well that I am holding on to things that I shouldn't. I'm finding comfort and warmth in this sort of security blanket of living in things and memories of the past instead of pushing out into new things. And by new things, this really more honestly means new people. Emotionally involving myself with the new faces etc. and possibly a girl in the new home I have found, versus keeping it all at arms length. Because in doing this, I suck the potential fun and enjoyment that I get out of day to day occurrences away and indirectly facilitate homesickness in its infrequent flashes. I keep thinking about all the things I screwed up in high school and what could've been with so many people. As if going back in time and trying again, I would've known any different. As if I didn't honestly try my best and live out my life to the best of my ability when the events of my life unfolded as they did. As if I didn't put every ounce of my being out there to be seen, judged and tampered with. As if I wouldn't have said those things that I said to my significant other that night after the football banquet. As if I wouln't have played "My Way" after my graduation and before leaving to college like some cheesy dumb movie and feel it in the marrow of my bones. Or that I wouldn't have passed off that ball during the state championship tournament. Or that I wouldn't have been away from my phone that night when a friend needed me. Or that I wouldn't have stayed out that night with Tom after that day a classmate passed in a car crash and I learned of the suicide of another neighborhood friend. Or that I wouldn't have left when I did from hangouts and one-one encounters. Or said hi that one extra time or shaken that extra hand while walking the halls...
I need to change my perspective on things, know that there are things in the past that I am letting go of, and be okay with that. So I can grow. Not be so caught in what could be now or someday, and hesitate wondering about what I MIGHT be missing out on. Because quite frankly while I worry about those problems, those problems are not worrying about me. And they for sure aren't constrained by time, because these very issues have found immortality in their presence in the lives of just about every human who comes and goes... And life is right here in front me... I still think about these things and sometimes back track more than I'd like to admit, but new people to come to love and new memories to keep me up at night are right here, right now in front of me, and I'm happy to act now. To let them all in.
red (color)-anger, passion, "stop"
grey (color)-
blue (color)-depression
green (color)-jealousy, envy, can also represent growth
blanket-something that makes you feel secure
leaves-growth, if dead can symbolize something running its course. Or the need to move on
vines-clingy issue or person, etc.
prominent eyes-perception of things
cold-a standstill in life, being frozen out of a situation or someone's life
window-perception of things, my POV ( what is seen through the window is relevant )
room-you, the room or depth of which the image reside in you in waking hours
inability to speak/move-feeling stuck, in life you are not making enough effort to progress
woman-"presence of feminine characteristics of self"
naked-unpreparedness, vulnerable, openness, honesty
hair-complexity of thought in relation to the dream
hands-indicate purpose.
->Purpose is the ability to conceive an intention for actions. Intention is important because it sets into motion karma, an indebtedness to Self for learning. When hands are outstanding in a dream it will usually indicate the dreamer's need to give attention to the intentions behind the actions.
someone I don't remember meeting-represents aspects of self ( in this case probably Love/ involvement with people emotionally in general )
So looking into that, and conceding that I obviously believe there is some sort of importance to the things we dream, here is what I believe I am basically telling myself...
(Heads up: Understand that sometimes I ignore grammar, and that it is on purpose because this is my writing and it's for me to decide what is right and wrong)
This was all aimed to express the deep caged-in truth that I know full well that I am holding on to things that I shouldn't. I'm finding comfort and warmth in this sort of security blanket of living in things and memories of the past instead of pushing out into new things. And by new things, this really more honestly means new people. Emotionally involving myself with the new faces etc. and possibly a girl in the new home I have found, versus keeping it all at arms length. Because in doing this, I suck the potential fun and enjoyment that I get out of day to day occurrences away and indirectly facilitate homesickness in its infrequent flashes. I keep thinking about all the things I screwed up in high school and what could've been with so many people. As if going back in time and trying again, I would've known any different. As if I didn't honestly try my best and live out my life to the best of my ability when the events of my life unfolded as they did. As if I didn't put every ounce of my being out there to be seen, judged and tampered with. As if I wouldn't have said those things that I said to my significant other that night after the football banquet. As if I wouln't have played "My Way" after my graduation and before leaving to college like some cheesy dumb movie and feel it in the marrow of my bones. Or that I wouldn't have passed off that ball during the state championship tournament. Or that I wouldn't have been away from my phone that night when a friend needed me. Or that I wouldn't have stayed out that night with Tom after that day a classmate passed in a car crash and I learned of the suicide of another neighborhood friend. Or that I wouldn't have left when I did from hangouts and one-one encounters. Or said hi that one extra time or shaken that extra hand while walking the halls...
I need to change my perspective on things, know that there are things in the past that I am letting go of, and be okay with that. So I can grow. Not be so caught in what could be now or someday, and hesitate wondering about what I MIGHT be missing out on. Because quite frankly while I worry about those problems, those problems are not worrying about me. And they for sure aren't constrained by time, because these very issues have found immortality in their presence in the lives of just about every human who comes and goes... And life is right here in front me... I still think about these things and sometimes back track more than I'd like to admit, but new people to come to love and new memories to keep me up at night are right here, right now in front of me, and I'm happy to act now. To let them all in.
Comments
Post a Comment