Yesterday I added the dates to the caption of my Fall2013 album, but I still need to fix the caption alignment with the css type styling. I posted my daily entry of yesterday, but the writings entry needs to be added to, with some definitions and clarifications.
This possibly is the intent of this morning’s dream, in which I am very confused looking for I don’t know what. It closes of with the realisation, that if I’d only could remember how I came into this campus like situation, I could also find my way back out again.
In this dream, at one stage I had to cross a river Jordan, which looked like a Dutch agricultural ditch. I was over the said ‘river’ before I knew it, but needed to negotiate an other larger stream as well. And I drove on a road designated for farming vehicles at certain times, as I was told by the farmer who was kind enough to take an other route. This too I did, in response to his directions.
The scenes in my dream switch between Canada - Sears department store - and those Dutch agricultural scenes and in addition I am looking for my present car, but I can’t find where I left it. Still, I am going around as if driving in a car, which I propel, while knowing that it does not have an engine, but by applying the power of my intent and purpose.
I wake up after the realisation within the dream, that I have to remember how I got into this campus like situation. On this waking up, I am relieved that my situation is not as confused as it was in the dream. In assessing this dream, I incline towards the observation that this dream shows what I have been through and that I am emerging from a long drawn out and confusing process.
Looking for my present car puts me in the present, yet the activities in the dream remind me of ‘the reconnecting with my roots’ from 1999 to 2003. The dream had the oddity of the Sears department store having Mennonite service personnel, goods all wrapped up like parcels on the ground floor stands and nothing but floor repair workmen on the second floor. “Are you going to have a wall mart here?”, I ask. The workmen look none plussed in response. On this discovery I leave the store and start my wandering around I the farm land and old city of Leyden, where in real life, my lady friend Hiltje and I in ca 2002, saw the Ancient Syrian exhibit on the start of writing.
All this combines to show me where I am at now, in part ending with that partly confused writing of yesterday in my entry. This assessment feels right in part, yet not completely, but it is as far as I can take it for now.