recent haunting dreams
You should probably know before I write this that:
The Cabin.
is The Place that I love more than any other place in this world. I have returned there every year for my entire life and as if the continuity weren't enough, the pools of history and mythology and the natural beauty are pretty astounding.
Here are some photos that don't even start to evoke the richness of the place as it resounds inside of me.
So. Given that.
Isn't it odd that The Cabin has only been the setting for nightmares in my dreams for the last year (maybe two)? Why is that?
(i know, I know, get a therapist, this public navel gazing is the worst of all blogging habits...)
Last week I dreamed: Horrifically:
That a pack of wolves was standing on the back porch of the cabin. And they were fierce and cruel and had horribly injured several people (that I didn't know) who were standing nearby bleeding, screaming, crying, paralyzed.
And I, too, was paralyzed. Both by fear (slightly) and by disinterest. I was horrified, but also knew I wasn't in danger, and I just couldn't summon enough emotion to care.
Hmmm...couldn't summon enough deeply felt emotion. That could be a key to interpretation.
Okay, I'll log off now, and dedicate the rest of these ruminations to private reflexion...
peace~
The Cabin.
is The Place that I love more than any other place in this world. I have returned there every year for my entire life and as if the continuity weren't enough, the pools of history and mythology and the natural beauty are pretty astounding.
Here are some photos that don't even start to evoke the richness of the place as it resounds inside of me.
So. Given that.
Isn't it odd that The Cabin has only been the setting for nightmares in my dreams for the last year (maybe two)? Why is that?
(i know, I know, get a therapist, this public navel gazing is the worst of all blogging habits...)
Last week I dreamed: Horrifically:
That a pack of wolves was standing on the back porch of the cabin. And they were fierce and cruel and had horribly injured several people (that I didn't know) who were standing nearby bleeding, screaming, crying, paralyzed.
And I, too, was paralyzed. Both by fear (slightly) and by disinterest. I was horrified, but also knew I wasn't in danger, and I just couldn't summon enough emotion to care.
Hmmm...couldn't summon enough deeply felt emotion. That could be a key to interpretation.
Okay, I'll log off now, and dedicate the rest of these ruminations to private reflexion...
peace~
posted by Redbaerd at 1:03 AM
4 Comments:
So, I still don't have a username. But this is your sister,... who is very scared now. Ryan and I are going to the cabin this weekend, and we'll get there Thursday night... when it is dark. That kind of dark where you know all the bears and wolves and snakes and skunks and cougars that have been running around without any humans around for weeks are just staring at you out of the darkness, and you can almost see them--except for the fact that the darkness is so thick you can't even see your own feet.
And dad won't be there.
I've been having weird dreams too lately --with lots of people being hurt and killed... by a volcano that spewed lava to cover the United States. And we all had to travel accross the ocean to Europe by those hanging carts on the cable at Cedar Point... in the dark... with lava coming right behind us.
So, I will look for your wolves-over my shoulder, all weekend. Hopfully they don't jump out of the woods and eat me.
For whatever it's worth...
I blog-post to reiterate the hallway chatter of Joseph-ine dream interpretation. Your nightmares may have begun as a manifestation of your fear of losing the family cabin, as though losing the building would mean a loss of the stories and history you treasure.
Now that those fears are at rest, perhaps the nightmares morphed into a general mourning of the loss of youth, of family as it once was, of the life(style) that you have chosen to leave behind... forming a new set of beliefs and values, yet mourning the loss of the old. Perhaps the symbolism of an external force, such as the attack of wild animals, forms the scenario whereby which you do not experience guilt for the irreversible change created within your family relationships.
A sense of celebration is scented with loss. Witness your choice of photographs to include with this blog...peaceful childhood, warmth of family and hearth, formal suits & ties, security of Father and lifepreserver...
... and the faceless, shadowy figure lurking ominously over the murky, deep, unknown...
before reading about your creepy cabin dream, the pictures you posted looked happy and cheerful. after reading the dream and looking at the pictures again, they look creepy and mournful. spooky.
christian
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