Dream: Struggle with the predator?

[Thomas Alan]

I had a powerful dream a few days ago I want to share. Feed back is welcome.

I was off work Saturday after very tiring 5 days in a row. As usual I ran errands and did things in the morning, the lay down for a nap about noon. But I could not sleep. After awhile I got up and went to nearby park, walking in the woods by a slow moving creek. It was cold but not windy. The bare trees, the snowy ground the slow waters of the creek were very somber.

I returned home and lay down again nearly instantly falling into a deep sleep.

In the dream I am a child about 5 years old. There is this man, built like body builder with a military style haircut and that partly intelligent but immensely stupid smile so common among military types.

He is much bigger and stronger than I am. He controls my life. I struggle against him but he is too powerful. He makes me do what he wants. The little boy that I am in the dream is completely dominated by this brute. His life is formed and shaped by the will of this being.

Later, I am in an arena of sorts. The huge brute is there but now he appears as a robot with metallic parts. I am struggling with him. He is still very strong but I have grown stronger. He tries to dominate me but I am more able to fight back. I keep trying to break free but it keeps grabbing, though it’s pull is weaker.

I do something, punch the robot or trip it. It falls on it’s face and shatters into thousands of metal parts. I jump on top of the pile of parts and scatter them with my hands so they can’t come back together, sobbing like a little boy all the while.

The scene changes, I am beside a road. Some of the robots parts are lying on the road. Some not so friendly people come by. They look at me but don’t speak. They pick up some of the robots parts to take with them apparently for their use. Like someone might pick up building materials that had fallen off a truck.

There is a man standing beside me, he is comforting me while I cry. Like the dad I wish I had had as a child.

I awake, very shaken and crying.

I sat for a long while contemplating the experience. Was this the predator that I was struggling with? Did I defeat it or kill it?

No, alas, the predator is still there. But more evident than before. More clearly seen.

Later, in quiet moment, I “saw” kind of history of my emotional life from the beginning. Now unveiled, open, vulnerable yet more accessible than before.

Sorry for the length, insights are welcome.

Mac

 

[manitoban]

I had a powerful dream a few days ago I want to share. Feed back is welcome.

I was off work Saturday after very tiring 5 days in a row. As usual I ran errands and did things in the morning, the lay down for a nap about noon. But I could not sleep. After awhile I got up and went to nearby park, walking in the woods by a slow moving creek. It was cold but not windy. The bare trees, the snowy ground the slow waters of the creek were very somber.

I returned home and lay down again nearly instantly falling into a deep sleep.

In the dream I am a child about 5 years old. There is this man, built like body builder with a military style haircut and that partly intelligent but immensely stupid smile so common among military types.

He is much bigger and stronger than I am. He controls my life. I struggle against him but he is too powerful. He makes me do what he wants. The little boy that I am in the dream is completely dominated by this brute. His life is formed and shaped by the will of this being.

Later, I am in an arena of sorts. The huge brute is there but now he appears as a robot with metallic parts. I am struggling with him. He is still very strong but I have grown stronger. He tries to dominate me but I am more able to fight back. I keep trying to break free but it keeps grabbing, though it’s pull is weaker.

I do something, punch the robot or trip it. It falls on it’s face and shatters into thousands of metal parts. I jump on top of the pile of parts and scatter them with my hands so they can’t come back together, sobbing like a little boy all the while.

The scene changes, I am beside a road. Some of the robots parts are lying on the road. Some not so friendly people come by. They look at me but don’t speak. They pick up some of the robots parts to take with them apparently for their use. Like someone might pick up building materials that had fallen off a truck.

There is a man standing beside me, he is comforting me while I cry. Like the dad I wish I had had as a child.

I awake, very shaken and crying.

I sat for a long while contemplating the experience. Was this the predator that I was struggling with? Did I defeat it or kill it?

No, alas, the predator is still there. But more evident than before. More clearly seen.

Later, in quiet moment, I “saw” kind of history of my emotional life from the beginning. Now unveiled, open, vulnerable yet more accessible than before.

Sorry for the length, insights are welcome.

Mac

Hi Mac,

Thank you for sharing this. I pretty much have the same thoughts as you did - I think this is probably about your struggle with the predator. I wonder if the point of you being 5 years old refers to your essence fighting the predator, which is in complete control for a long time, but now as you get stronger you can fight back.

Maybe being in the arena represents you now doing the Work, you have now begun the struggle and can SEE more.
( you can see the robotic nature of the man.)

I think that after you have smashed the robot, then you set out on the road, or perhaps the Way, where although everything is much more clear than before there are still obstacles, represented by the robot parts and the not so friendly people you encounter. And the man who comforts you could symbolise your true self.

my two cents, fwiw.

 

[Thomas Alan]

Hi Mac,

Thank you for sharing this. I pretty much have the same thoughts as you did - I think this is probably about your struggle with the predator. I wonder if the point of you being 5 years old refers to your essence fighting the predator, which is in complete control for a long time, but now as you get stronger you can fight back.

Maybe being in the arena represents you now doing the Work, you have now begun the struggle and can SEE more.
( you can see the robotic nature of the man.)

I think that after you have smashed the robot, then you set out on the road, or perhaps the Way, where although everything is much more clear than before there are still obstacles, represented by the robot parts and the not so friendly people you encounter. And the man who comforts you could symbolise your true self.

my two cents, fwiw.

It also occurred to me that the man who comforted me might be the predator returning in more subtle and insidious form. Appearing kind and trustworthy as another trick. We'll see.

My dreams have been highly emotional of late. Lost loves, dearly missed pets.

I had a cat years ago. He was the meanest alley cat you ever saw. A real terror to other dogs and cats in the neighborhood. But he had such a strong aura of being. He was my friend. I loved him dearly.

In a recent dream I running through the dark calling his name, crying the whole time. "Where are you? I can't find you."

EE, especially Beatha, likely is bringing hidden emotions to the surface. It's taken me longer than some, maybe thicker, deeper ice to crack. Feeling deep emotions is painful, makes me feel vulnerable without the thick armor plate.

But it is such a relief, so liberating.

Mac