My family owns two horses. One horse is tame and the other is wild. The tame horse is ready to ride and I assume I will ride her. However, now I am to ride the wild horse. I am shown a cart that I will use with the wild horse. I am to play a game like golf? She will be harnessed to the cart. I talk to one of my sisters to see if she’ll ride the tame horse and come with me. The last scene is me bringing a long, flowing, silky, blue gown that has a train, upstairs and hang it on the door of Molly and Sheila’s (sisters) bedroom door. The wild horse will be wearing the gown. Molly and Sheila are both sleeping.
Feeling: both excited and nervous
Poem after doing Victoria’s workshop:
I am an old, wooden cart, full of opposites.
I am both wild and tame.
I am meditative, yet can connect with others.
Sometimes I am private
Other times I like to be the center of attention
I am on the door step of change
And I will be awaking soon
to share my humor, heart, anger,
intelligence and outspokenness
From Denise, “If this were my dream”:
My family of origin behaves both wild and tame. Even though I am private, often the secret one not communicated to directly, I have the power of the wild. I can tame and inspire the mustang-mare. Freedom is important, but I am the caring seamstress, the affectionate knitter of family comfort. I don’t yet fully understand my fit, but I will be shown in the world with other people, and adorned for my full awakening. I am happy to bring this natural celebration up, up, up the stairs. It is that time of life. My confidence is smooth and flows like water.