Author: bonniemitsch

I am in a city. Religious Right people are persecuting/killing Jewish people and those who are not religious.

I want to catch a public bus with the number 5A. When it stops I poke my head in and ask the driver if I have the correct bus. There isn’t a definite yes or no answer, but I think it is right. I get in the bus with my youngest sister, Becky or my daughter, Kelsi. It could be a combination of the two. Later, we meet a man and a woman . They have a red van. There is a box like container woven like a basket in the van. I hide Becky/Kelsi in the box. I go off by myself and try to hide. I am not captured, but I am trying to get away.

Scene: I am up on a hill. I look down and see a man and a woman riding horses on a road. I then see a couple of cars coming. The people in the cars are trying to capture the man and the woman. They go off into the woods. I see what direction they are going and also go in that direction.

Last scene: I am in a spa type place in the city. I am trying to leave. I see stairs across from me that lead to the outside. I can’t get to them. There is a wide space between me and the stairs which drops to the floor below. I look down and see two very thin men in bathing suits laying on a bed. Their heads are white, somewhat transparent and monster looking! On the level I am at, several people dive into these small pools. When they come out, they are all white. I decide to walk down these stairs thinking maybe ther e is a tunnel I can go through to get to the outside. I walk down. It is dark and dank. I do not feel comfortable and walk back up. I want to get outside and find the red van where Becky/Kelsi is.

I went back into the dream and found the “necessity”/treasure of it. I grew wings when I was in the spa trying to get out. They were large and turquoise. They felt too large and awkward at first. I had to practice with them. I turned around and saw a large, empty space behind me. I went way back, ran while flapping my wings and flew across the space in the spa. I climbed the stairs and went out the door. I walked about a block and turned right. There was the red van with the man and woman and Becky/Kelsi. I let Becky/Kelsi out of the basket box. The woman and man drove us out of the city and into the country. We ended up at a small community with friendly people. I felt relieved!

I worked this dream with my dream group in Hackensack. Here is what I wrote: If this were my dream, I am afraid of being captured by a philosophy of rigidity. I want to protect my soul/inner child/true self (Becky/Kelsi). I protect it by hiding it in a casket-shaped basket guarded by a man and a woman in a red van. My anima and animus? Red to me is a feeling of passion/what is important to me. At first my inner child and I get in a public bus thinking there will be freedom there. That doesn’t last. (go along with what the general public does). I then need to protect my soul so I put it in a casket/basket in a red van protected by my anima/animus. When I am up on top of the hill, I get some perspective. I see a man and woman on horses. Again, my masculine and feminine. Horses to me can represent personal freedom/power. The man and the woman go to the left into the woods (feminine-feeling-receiving). The woods= nature. They go in the direction of my nature. The spa is usually a place to relax, however, it is not a relaxing place for me. There are two male monster/alien type people and people after diving into the pools are transformed into these white people. Maybe the spa represents “The Golden Years” , but it is not for me. I think the dream is telling me that I need to take care of myself by being with like-minded people and to honor my inner self.

Ideas from others in my group: I am struggling with spiritual and religious discord. I am alone on my search and I need to lean on my family, friends and the health community to help me with my caregiving with Paul. In the dream, I am alone trying to not get caught. At the end, I go join a community. Soul work is needed. I’ve kept my spirituality safe, but need to find it and connect with it; bring it into the light. I am being shown that a transformation is necessary (diving into the pools and coming out all white). I need to focus on security, safety and connection in my life.

I am digging up things in a small yard which I think is mine. The previous owner buried a small bed and one other thing that I don’t remember. What is the most memorable is a small chair made out of cement. It is about 4 feet high. It has arms and legs. The back of the chair is shaped and looks like a very old grave marker. It has black mold on parts of it and there is writing like one sees on a grave marker. However, the writing is too faint to see. It looks like a grave marker from the early 1900’s. When I dig up the bed and the other item, I take my shovel and smash them to pieces. I try to do the same with the chair, but get not where!

Paul and I years ago at the family cabin, dug up an old log pile whose wood was old and falling apart. We unearthed a small metal bed at the time! In waking life, I went to the cabin the following day in waking life.