Busy Night.

This morning was one of those mornings when I wake up after what should have been more than enough sleep (9+ hours) and feel completely pooped. I must have been multitasking in the dreaming because I certainly don't feel rested. Lately my extended family and close friends have been everywhere in my dreams, as if I were trying to keep close to them, or vice versa. A few of my recurring dream characters (and one in particular) have felt more distant as of late... I wonder if its me doing the distancing or them. Or both. Interpreting dream experiences into something one can learn from with clarity is a slippery act; I'm aware enough to understand that when dream experiences are shared with other potential living beings, the message is not just a personal one, it's much more encompassing. That said, I keep seeing the Storm, in nearly every dream I've had over the past week; I also keep getting/feeling very ill. Not only have I felt physically "blah" for a while now, but all my dreams have some message of clearing out, letting the damaged fall away and letting the new, healthy pieces show. Even my nightmare from a few nights back I understand now was touching on my never-failing ability to victimize myself willingly and sub-consciously.

It stormed here yesterday and it might do so again today. Storms are consistently roiling in my mind's eye in an effort o understand what my biggest dream theme as of late has to share with me. But as I stated in my blog, my fear of some extreme situation in regards to a storm keeps me from really jumping into that possibilities.

A Dream from the Past: (c. Feb. 2008)
Far out in the center of an ocean, I am aboard a stationary research vessel with a handful of other researchers. What we are looking for is unclear, except that it plays some important role with Extra-terrestrial life. There is a large man who works there as a mechanic, who makes me feel vulnerable. This initial feeling of discomfort is fueled by my coworkers' disregard for my apprehension. Eventually the man attacks me and I am raped, and strangely enough, I cannot fight him off- in fact I hardly even try, instead just surrendering and weeping pitifully. Some time later the Great Storm is coming, and I realize that even though I can fly people off the station, I could never have the time to save everyone. As they are starting to panic the ship begins to break apart and flood. We flee to the watch tower and I become distressed, knowing that I will not be able to save everyone on board. Then seemingly out of nowhere a sea plane with long white wings appears and lands on the choppy water; my father (who is a pilot in waking life) has showed up with enough free space to evacuate everyone safely. We load up the plane- people mostly swim, but I carry the weaker ones- and are able to take off and fly above the storm clouds and away to safety.