13 Twirling Triskeles
Jedi Master
Laughter and Party Time Dreams:
During the first three nights when I began my first attempts to recall my dreams and use the Gestalt process, before falling asleep, I asked my dream self to tell me what I needed to focus on during my waking life.
For three nights in a row, I dreamed I was attending gatherings — family and friends — a party type atmosphere with lots of laughter. One of my sisters was telling me a joke — which was so funny, I woke myself up laughing so hard in the dream it carried into my real world and I was actually laughing out loud in real life.
Without doing any Gestalt dream work, I decided my focus should be on having fun for a while.
Which is not so odd considering that not long before this series of dreams, a question popped into my head during the day — which was:
Q: So, 13, what if you died tomorrow? What would they put on your tombstone?
A: Oh! “She worked really long, hard hours”.
Me: Oh No!!!! I don’t want that on my tombstone. I want that she had a lot of fun, danced a lot, went barefoot, ate a lot of ice cream, went to lots of parties.
Which is because, in my real life, that is all I did. Work, work, work, and more work. I never had time for any fun or enjoying any social activities. I was too stressed, tired, exhausted, drained of energy from working so hard and long that I had zero energy for anything else.
So I changed my path and decided that “having fun is my highest priority”. I just flipped that pancake over and refused to grind myself down any longer.
And that’s precisely what I did do for the next several years. Fun first. If there’s any time left after having fun, then I’ll do the work. It was a total reversal of the first 48 years of my life.
Previously, even my non-work hours were devoted to studying — astrology, metaphysics, reading, psychology — all in an attempt to understand human nature and my own nature as well.
I loved the studying, but the work, the jobs to make money to live, those were soul destroying. Being a perfectionist and a workaholic, I was on a path to self-destruction. Which I nearly accomplished in 1992 when I reached adrenal exhaustion. That was my wake-up call. And I awoke to what I’d been doing and decided to change and choose differently. So I did.
During the first three nights when I began my first attempts to recall my dreams and use the Gestalt process, before falling asleep, I asked my dream self to tell me what I needed to focus on during my waking life.
For three nights in a row, I dreamed I was attending gatherings — family and friends — a party type atmosphere with lots of laughter. One of my sisters was telling me a joke — which was so funny, I woke myself up laughing so hard in the dream it carried into my real world and I was actually laughing out loud in real life.
Without doing any Gestalt dream work, I decided my focus should be on having fun for a while.
Which is not so odd considering that not long before this series of dreams, a question popped into my head during the day — which was:
Q: So, 13, what if you died tomorrow? What would they put on your tombstone?
A: Oh! “She worked really long, hard hours”.
Me: Oh No!!!! I don’t want that on my tombstone. I want that she had a lot of fun, danced a lot, went barefoot, ate a lot of ice cream, went to lots of parties.
Which is because, in my real life, that is all I did. Work, work, work, and more work. I never had time for any fun or enjoying any social activities. I was too stressed, tired, exhausted, drained of energy from working so hard and long that I had zero energy for anything else.
So I changed my path and decided that “having fun is my highest priority”. I just flipped that pancake over and refused to grind myself down any longer.
And that’s precisely what I did do for the next several years. Fun first. If there’s any time left after having fun, then I’ll do the work. It was a total reversal of the first 48 years of my life.
Previously, even my non-work hours were devoted to studying — astrology, metaphysics, reading, psychology — all in an attempt to understand human nature and my own nature as well.
I loved the studying, but the work, the jobs to make money to live, those were soul destroying. Being a perfectionist and a workaholic, I was on a path to self-destruction. Which I nearly accomplished in 1992 when I reached adrenal exhaustion. That was my wake-up call. And I awoke to what I’d been doing and decided to change and choose differently. So I did.
