Last night I had an anxious dream. This is unusual: most of my dreams have a happy or hilarious emotional tone, regardless of their content.
As usual, my dream was loaded with a take-it-or-leave-it meaning and a message from me to me. As usual, they were obvious the moment I woke up.
ACT 1. I commute to work by boat. I work in a grand corporate complex. I have high status and a good pay packet even though I do not have a law degree. (Gee, how can that be? Must be a dream...) My work consists of throwing special red satin bean bags to other staff members. (As you do.)
ACT 2. Time to get on a ferry and go to an important meeting. I can't find my canvas shoulder bag, which contains very important professional items: mobile phone, wallet, pen, and a notebook—for taking notes at the meeting, obviously. The ferry is departing, I'd better get on. Maybe my bag is on the ferry...
ACT 3. On board I search for my bag, with no luck. I look back at the wharf and plan how to get back. The silky turquoise water is tranquil and crystal clear. I can see kelp and sand and fish and the peak of an underwater mountain about 100 metres behind us. So, I could swim back there and rest before someone fetches me, or I could just swim the whole way back.
OK, let's do that. I'm about to dive off the ferry when common sense (in a dream?) hits. The water is icy cold. To try and swim back to land is madness, suicide. And what for? I don't need a phone or a notebook here. I'm with friendly, colourful people. All around me, the world is beautiful, beautiful.
What meaning do you take from this dream?