If you haven't noticed yet, everybody gets a major-message or life-summary dream toward the end of each month. Not everybody remembers their dreams, though.
This is the dream I had on the night of Thursday, September 28:
"The Projector"
I am with a group of female graduate students enrolled for master's degrees in Clinical and Social Psychology. We are not at university but on the upper floor of the old Thomas Jefferson Cultural Center on Buendia Avenue. We are attending a lecture-demonstration by a foreign resource person. He has brought along a projector with slides which, when shone on a patient's body parts, have powerful, healing effects.
The resource person has brought along three extra projector sets. He says that he will give them away for free. He chooses three female graduate students to give them to.
After the lecture the Embassy driver brings me in a car to the old office of the Philippine-American Educational Foundation. I put together my bags and things, among them a toddler's crib, to take home with me. For some reason I go back to TJCC and see that the foreign resource person is packing his things to leave also. He gives me some pointers on how to operate his projector.
I walk back to the PAEF office, which, for some reason, is only a block away, and I wonder why I had to take an Embassy car the first time around. Some female research assistants are meeting in an adjoining room.
I am in a quandary. I intend to take a taxi home but cannot take the toddler's crib along with me. In the end I decide to bring several of my bags and leave the crib and other stuff to pick up at some other time.
My Commentary:
The dream reflects that I turned my back on alternative healing and am instead pursuing further research and study on Asian/Southeast Asian divination and magical systems. The image of the projector bridges to two realities: I do have such a projector but the last time I used it was in 2009; and I wrote about such a projector in the novel I posted in cyberspace last year, Cubao Ilalim: Unang Aklat.
My temporarily abandoning the toddler's crib in order to get home indicates that I lost interest in the growth and development of my ability to do alternative healing. The bags I decide to bring with me are the other resources that I need in fulfilling my other objectives.
This is the dream I had on the night of Thursday, September 28:
"The Projector"
I am with a group of female graduate students enrolled for master's degrees in Clinical and Social Psychology. We are not at university but on the upper floor of the old Thomas Jefferson Cultural Center on Buendia Avenue. We are attending a lecture-demonstration by a foreign resource person. He has brought along a projector with slides which, when shone on a patient's body parts, have powerful, healing effects.
The resource person has brought along three extra projector sets. He says that he will give them away for free. He chooses three female graduate students to give them to.
After the lecture the Embassy driver brings me in a car to the old office of the Philippine-American Educational Foundation. I put together my bags and things, among them a toddler's crib, to take home with me. For some reason I go back to TJCC and see that the foreign resource person is packing his things to leave also. He gives me some pointers on how to operate his projector.
I walk back to the PAEF office, which, for some reason, is only a block away, and I wonder why I had to take an Embassy car the first time around. Some female research assistants are meeting in an adjoining room.
I am in a quandary. I intend to take a taxi home but cannot take the toddler's crib along with me. In the end I decide to bring several of my bags and leave the crib and other stuff to pick up at some other time.
My Commentary:
The dream reflects that I turned my back on alternative healing and am instead pursuing further research and study on Asian/Southeast Asian divination and magical systems. The image of the projector bridges to two realities: I do have such a projector but the last time I used it was in 2009; and I wrote about such a projector in the novel I posted in cyberspace last year, Cubao Ilalim: Unang Aklat.
My temporarily abandoning the toddler's crib in order to get home indicates that I lost interest in the growth and development of my ability to do alternative healing. The bags I decide to bring with me are the other resources that I need in fulfilling my other objectives.
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