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How very clever of my dreams to send me looking up words. Once you look at the symbols, the dream pretty much tells it all. I am ignoring things, and I am deluding myself. The footbridge or gangplank is dual in that I can choose to jump off the ship or to walk to the ship and take that journey I have been avoiding.
The symbol of the ‘dormer window’ speaks for itself. The fact that the lab was there on the roof (mind) is also self-explanatory. I saw the cartoon “Pinky and the Brain” a few times with Eddy. We both love it.
We usually discuss the content of the cartoon and Steven Spielberg’s incredible creativity. I told Eddy that to me ‘the Brain,’ who is a laboratory rat, is like man. He wants to rule the ‘World’ and tries and tries all kinds of schemes to reach that goal. The funny part of the cartoon is that not only does Brain fail miserably each time, but he has forgotten that he is a lab mouse and that he will never be free. He is and always will be stuck in his cage and in his maze. His sidekick, Pinky, always follows his orders and never questions, yet he is the one who sabotages Brain’s schemes each and every time. Yet Brain is nothing without him, because he would have no one to rule.
I love the symbolism. Brain as the Ego and Pinky as the Body, just following orders no matter how stupid or destructive they may be. I often think this is who we are: mice stuck in a laboratory created by
God. No matter what our little brains can dream up, our reality is entirely different. I often suspect that we are both the lab scientist and the mouse experimenting with matter.
The beautiful dog is that part of me that is noble or even courageous. Hell said something about courage that Wednesday and just about called me a coward. “Only making a point,” he said. I remember saying, “Great. Now I’m a coward.” Yet that is who I am.
The shield is a new symbol. It was made of plastic and milky white.
Like that white you see on cars; so creamy, so white, white. I remember that Jos. and I discussed that colour when it first came out. We loved the milky white and thought it was a wonderful colour.
The dog does not snarl or bark or bare his teeth. He merely yields to the shield as I put it in front of me with a downward motion. Earlier in my dreams, I have come to associate anything plastic with illusion.
I know the dog is hungry. I think the women silly for letting him loose. However, the food is there just behind me. This is the food he needs. I expect the dog to come around and find the food.
So the food I need is there. I am beginning to see through the illusion, as I could see through the grid of the shield. I only need to turn around and look at what is available. It does not look very appetizing, gutted fish in bits and pieces. But it is the food I must feed on.