By the end of this dream the dreamer is a new woman. Today's guest dreamer is Kayla, who has started her own dream website that aims to connect readers to dream resources. As usual with guest dreamer posts, I will respond to Kayla's dream as if it were my own.
The Dream: I was in a crowded, but open space, like a gymnasium. I entered the space, where long foldable tables were set up in rows. I spotted my friend M, who works as a psychologist, at one of the tables. Individuals were milling around, talking, there was general buzz of conversation in the air. I noticed that people were taking places at the tables, so I hurried to get a place next to my friend M. I joined her by going under the table, as I wanted to hurry and get a spot. Because the tables were situated in long rows, I would have had to walk all the way around. I took a spot to her right and noticed that on the table, various objects were arranged. Sort of like a big yard sale, except they were not piled on top of each other, but arranged a certain number to each table, one in front of each place.
I noticed there were shoes, handbags and various other objects. I was looking at the table when a voice came over the loud speaker. I did not know what I was supposed to do, and I do not remember the words, but I noticed that when the voice came on, individuals all reached to grab or claim one item on the table. So, I reached to the right and claimed a strange object. It was a ring of printed cardboard or maybe thin plastic, that had some sort of print on it - and then there were paper/cardboard/thin plastic little people and objects that went with it. The cardboard ring was supposed to be a stylized world / globe, and the paper people/objects could be moved on different places on it - maybe with velcro? It was some sort of decoration and I thought I might put it on the refrigerator. The people/objects were stylized like the old fashioned pen and ink drawings / etchings (I am not sure exactly how the prints were created). See picture.
I remember the largest piece was a woman who was printed in this old-fashioned wood block print. I realized that the "game" was essentially this: everyone took his/her place at the table, the cue was given, everybody rushed to claim the object he/she wanted on the table, and then they took the object over to the cash register to pay for it. I felt pleased with the object I had gotten, even though it was chance I had gotten it, as I realized the rules of the game too late and had to grab what was left. I liked it, though, and went towards the line at the other side of the gymnasium to pay for it.
Carla's thoughts: The gym is a venue for
activities that require practice: I am working to perfect a skill.
The tables (Has something been tabled, i.e., stifled?) have aspects
of a barrier: they are set up in rows, and I would have a difficult
time getting around them. Yet the tables can be folded, which hints
that the barrier they represent contains its own solution. In order
to understand the significance of my friend M, the one I'm eager to
be near, I have to think about her qualities so I can figure out what
part of me she stands for in my dream. Since I want to be close to
her, these are the qualities I want to encourage in myself. I join this friend by going under the
table. Is there something shady about my action, for example, as in
the expression “doing business under the table” to avoid paying
tax? Does my under-the-table dive reflect my desire to take
short-cuts in order to avoid the taxing effort that attaining my
skills in the gymnasium requires? When I take my place on M's right I
signal my willingness to allow this issue to come to the conscious
level.
Yard sales are generally held to get
rid of items that are no longer useful. In my dream I've put these
things into an organized framework where I can take a look at them.
Shoes (walk a mile in my shoes) can represent my situation, and
handbags, the holders of credit cards and I.D.'s, are closely linked
to my sense of identity. I have tabled aspects of myself, and, as I
contemplate my own complexity there's a free-for-all as I reclaim the
parts I want to keep. I reach to the right, bringing a new
realization to consciousness. I'm not used to it yet, so it
seems strange at first. I see a globe and the people on it. There is
an artificiality about this world. It's cardboard (not too
substantial) or plastic (phony?) and the people are not truly a part
of it; they are only attached with velcro. They aren't completely fleshed out: they lack color, and they are rendered in an
old-fashioned style. This world and the people in it represent a part
of my life that I have outgrown.
The largest piece to claim my attention
is a woman. I haven't been willing to acknowledge her previously. (She's a wood block print.) The new woman that I am has emerged from the small out-dated world
I once inhabited. I have grown, I now understand the “game.” I am
pleased with my new ability to decipher the rules. I'm no longer
going under the table to avoid paying what I should. I cross the
gymnasium (the place where I've acquired my skill), and I accept
responsibility for the new woman I am. (I'm willing to pay for it.)
