Author: bonniemitsch

I am with Paul and Kevin. We are traveling in a large van. We find a miniature zoo animal. It is young and the size of a “stuffed” animal. I take it with me. We are stopped some place in a city. I find another miniature animal. It is a different type of animal, but the same size. In waking life they would be enemies. They play together and then fall asleep. I put them into a pouch.

I run into Jeanne. There are other people around. Jeanne recognizes a woman she knows. The woman is wearing a green coat.

I go back to the van. I am on a hill. I see Paul below by the van. He is dressed in white slacks and a blue and white shirt. I am carrying our (in waking life) white and blue cooler. I go down to the van. Kevin puts the cooler inside. I then realize I lost the animals. I feel bad. Paul starts to drive.

1. I am angry at Paul. He didn’t put back two things that are boxes with information back on the headboard shelf behind our bed. He then took all my stuff that I have in waking life on the guest bed next to my desk and put it on the floor. He then climbed into the guest bed with me.

2. Paul and I are riding a bicycle for two up a slight hill and cannot move very fast. I am peddling in front. Paul is behind. We can’t pass this younger man who is in his forties. He is also riding a bike. A bit later we are talking with him. He had to take off work for two years for a medical reason. But then he took off two more years and just hung out and fished. He said his wife was very angry at him. I said I didn’t blame her.

3. Paul and I are going to the pickle ball complex in the cities. We are walking. Kelsi and her friend come up behind us. She is in good mood. She has a female friend with her whose name starts like Fairy something. I ask if Keenan is taking care of Freya. We all stand in line to get a court. I see that Freya is there. She is 9 months to a year old. I pick her up. I say there are five of us and we can take turns taking care of Freya while the rest of us play pickle ball. I worry a bit about my knees. (Keenan must be with us to make 5?)

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?