Tonight, I was deciding what to write about for my second blog of 2019. I have my notebook open with my ‘Things I’ve Done in My Life’ list, in case I can not think of anything else to write about.
I think, to begin, I will tell you about a dream I had the other night. I believe that the dream was trying to give me a message, let’s see what you think?
I was somewhere in the future, I believe stuck on a planet not Earth. I know, but I am a Star Trek fan so bear with me. This planet, the section I was on at least, was covered with dense vegetation. It appeared to be somewhat tropical. I knew, somehow, that I was a) stuck on this planet with at least one other person, a woman, perhaps a crew member from my ship, and, 2) possible hostile natives, of the planet, that I had not met nor knew anything about. I think the ship we had been on broke apart and crashed. There was some electronic beacon, large about the size of a night stand, sitting in the dense vegetation.
I remember finding the beacon and changing some of the settings on it to attempt to send a distress call to our ship. So, we must have been on a shuttlecraft that crashed and not a larger ship, I think. Or perhaps to another coalition starship that might be passing by the planet or system? I didn’t know.
The dream started with me seeing things from an observer of the woman, she too found the beacon and had adjusted settings on it to send a signal. The thing was, when I observed the man, who I believed to be me in this dream, I did not seem to be aware that the woman was there and alive. Maybe I thought everyone had died in the crash? When I saw the area with her in it, I felt I knew her, and the man (me?) knew her, but neither knew the other was still alive and on the same part of the planet at the same time.
I got to the beacon, I think it was a second time. I discovered the settings had been changed so I changed them back again. In my mind I thought a hostile may have found the beacon and tried to trap me on the planet by changing the settings. I remember feeling fear that someone or something was watching me, out there, nearby, since I had not ventured far from the beacon after setting it the first time. I am wondering why I did not think there might be a survivor out there, but then I think if the settings on the beacon had been left alone to what I knew would reach ‘someone’ out there (and not on the planet surface) she would have used the same settings.
The thing was, when I woke up, I believe I might have misunderstood the dream while I was ‘in’ it. The man and the woman in the dream were both me. Two sides of myself, the yin and yang if you will. The message I think the dream was trying to tell me was that there is something I am conflicted with in my life. I can not pinpoint what that might be exactly, but the two ‘halves’ of me were working against each other to reach the goal.
I have not had much time to think about what the object of conflict might be in my life, but I am wondering if anyone else might have a different interpretation of this dream.
I have mentioned before that some dreams, particularly reoccurring ones, have ended up meaning something in my life, the meaning of which I did not understand until months or even years later. Normally I do not take my dreams to heart, as they say, but with all the changes, that are starting to happen again in my life, maybe I need to?
In the ‘real world’ Sunday was spent mostly on Twitter and Facebook catching up with the latest Canadian political blunders. The big news for the afternoon and into the evening is about a girl from Saudi Arabia who was flying to Australia to seek asylum. She was detained in Thailand and it has caused an international incident that is being discussed around the world.
You would not know that from Twitter mind you, they have strategically censored the Trends to reflect the asinine Golden Globe awards and filled the “Worldwide” trend list with crap about it. Seriously? I would say over half of my entire screen of messages used the hashtag #SaveRahif that Twitter strategically left out of trends. It was a blatantly clear indication of the censoring and bias of Twitter and the uselessness its Trends feature as an accurate reflection of regional or global interests.
I did get out for a couple hours in the afternoon, down to Station Beach. It was overcast, freezing cold and windy. I took some photos along the lakeshore and tried to do some writing, but, instead, spent most of my time on my phone with social media. It was just too bloody cold to really get out and take a decent walk, yeah, sure, other people were out there walking, but minus seven isn’t the kind of ‘hey let’s check out the boardwalk and beach’ type of weather, at least not alone.
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