Frannie from Wisconsin sent me this
dream for interpretation.
It was raining and I was at a family gathering. We had gotten together to meet in some big
building somewhere. My Mini was
parallel-parked against a big muddy hillside on the left. Water was
seeping into the car. I was sopping a little bit up at a time with a
paper towel. I looked to see where it was coming from and saw that
there was a lot more water coming. My sister had been driving it and
had parked next to this cliff that had major runoff.
Your car is symbolic of your
persona when you have someplace to go (a goal to be achieved) and represents
your attitude in the journey. Your car
being a “Mini” suggests that you don’t like to make a big drama of your
personal goals (i.e. driving a limo would suggest dramatic and memorable
expectations of the results). Minis are
small and functional and emits more of a “let’s-get-the-job-done-and-move-on”
kind of outlook.
Heavy rain usually suggests an
event which generates deep emotional reactions.
If the rain is relatively normal, it could suggest the event is routine
and ultimately becomes cleansing in some way for all those present in the
dream. A paper towel would be a cleanup
equivalent to some “wiping away” of certain words said which might have caused
pain.
In this case, where a car is
getting flooded with a major runoff, we can assume that the emotional event is
inviting major painful responses from the participants. The fact that it is Frannie’s sister who
parks the car near the hillside downpour suggests that it might be this sister
who does something or says something which triggers the downpour of emotions.
The water was pouring into the car. I got in to move
it and my control started getting away from me. I couldn’t maneuver
the car and soon I was swept into the flowing river with it. I don’t
remember getting out of the car, but the next thing I remember was
swimming upstream, pulling the car, thinking, “This is a light car, I can do
this.” But it was an impossible task with the current against
me. Then the car came apart and I was just holding the back panel
and the car itself immediately sunk. I thought- this is ok, I can
get my family and neighbors to help me.
This is a warning dream from
Frannie’s psyche. It warns that an event
will occur which causes dramatic emotional reactions… not from Frannie herself,
who believes herself strong enough to deal with things, but from those in her
immediate environment. At first, she
believes she can make things right, despite the odds against it. But things get out of hand and she ends up
trying to manipulate events which are way beyond her control. It is an “impossible task” to manipulate
people to feel things against their nature.
But Frannie is a courageous and heroic thinker. Thinking she can “drag” a car against the normal
flow of events with sheer muscle power is like Atlas pushing a boulder up a
mountain. Even though she’s essentially
lost her “vehicle” of progress towards her end goal, she thinks she can still make
things right with the help of family and neighbors.
I went up to the building on the hill and told my family what
had happened. The guys acted like
jerks. They were making light of it and blaming me for not knowing
how to drive. I said, “Fu*k you all!”, and left. Then I
went back to specify that that comment was only for the guys and not my
sisters.
She’s heroic and quite
disarming. Even in a deep emotional
response of anger and hurt, she still has the kindness to clarify to her
sisters that her anger wasn’t against them.
What a gal! Because the men make
light of it, I suspect the “event” which causes the whole downpour is something
men generally take lightly but women take more to heart.
Mom was staying in one of the apartments at the top of the
building and was with her friends. I got to the top of the building
and was looking over the rail to see if I could see my car in the river below
and I could. At that point I wondered if water in the cylinders
would ever be fixable.
Frannie is really admirable. A sunken destroyed car and she thinks she can
still fix it? Wow! Her heroism borders on fantasy. But then, isn’t that what heroism
requires? We all know that Atlas is
foolish to think he can keep pushing a boulder uphill when it’ll just roll down
again. And yet he does it. Forever.
Isn’t that what makes him heroic?
There is a thin line between heroism and foolishness.
I went up there to tell Mom what happened and noted that she
still had her crab- fish. It was in a giant planter pit with soil
and was a special kind of crab-fish thing that goes through a significant
metamorphosis. I thought it was kind of sad that he had to live his
life in that pot, but also thought it was cool that we could see him.
Hmmm… a crab-fish living in dirt
undergoing “significant” metamorphosis.
A “crabby” person is one who can be harsh in criticizing others and
tends to see the negative side of things.
This is how Frannie views her mother… a person who can knock you to the
ground (dirt) with her words but whose criticism can influence people through major
change. Fortunately, this “knocking
down” is in a private (planter pit) setting which attests to her mother’s sense
of decorum. Mom is also on the top
floor, which suggests that Frannie believes her mother is above it all,
refusing to get caught in the drama, even while seeing the events from a
withdrawn perspective.
Finally, while Frannie regrets that
her mother’s view isolates her at times, she recognizes her mother’s value and
role as one who teaches those around her a point of view which generates
personal evolution and growth.
This is a powerful dream for our
dreamer. Frannie, I congratulate you on
your bravery and courage and wish you well on this particular journey.
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