Atz stands outside a new cabin he has built. There is a wide, dirt path leading to the front door. I am observing Atz and am 20 feet behind him on the left. There are mice that come across the path, one at a time. When one is in the middle of the path, Atz raises his brand new, silver shovel and methodically cuts the mouse in two. He then picks up the body parts and puts them in a pile on the side of the path. This happens with about 15 mice. He will bury the bodies when all the mice are gone.
Notes: I worked this dream with Susan and Bryn. I became Atz. Here is what I wrote: If this were my dream, I am in Alaska. (Atz is the husband of a new friend named Bonnie. They live in Homer, Alaska). To me Alaska is “freedom”-the last frontier-beautiful nature-not so civilized-the state of mind I would like. There is a new cabin. A new house-new consciousness that I see/envision. I want to inhibit that.
However, there is a chore that must be taken care of first. My animus has to get rid of 15 or so mice. Mice can represent scrutiny; the attention to details that get in the way of the big picture and the joy of life. 15 mice= 1+5=6. Integration of two opposing forces, two powerful emotions that contradict each other. I am on this journey with Paul where I do fine-acceptance- and then I erupt-get angry. I don’t like when I lose it.
Ideas from Bryn and Susan: Cutting the mice in two symbolizes upsetting old patterns. (mice were on their “mice trail”). Mice cut in two= duality: joy/fun verse things that have to be done. Burying the mice bodies= burying what no longer serves me. Alaska is a new place/new reality for me. My left brain know how to handle the situation. I have a new tool to help me. Maybe this represents the support I have gotten here in Green Valley?