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Dreams and symbolism.

April 6, 2011

I had a curious dream

I was on a quest. I had to find a secret/treasure/scroll. Some sort of token/object and it was important.
It was a bit like a coputer game because on my way there, at places, I felt like I was gliding through the air. The way you do when you play a computer game. On my quest, I went through varied terraine. A voice, or a thought was guiding me. Like this:

– You will have to go through a forest, –
And I’d be gliding through some woody area

– You’ll come out of the forest and see an open field, –
And I’d be in the open

– You’ll need to cross the river… etc

The trip part (and the rest, actually) was happening very quickly. And there I was, in the pergola alley covered with vine and The Secret was placed in a sort of altar at the end of it. I flue to it. It was here within my reach, somewhere at the eye level or a little higher. At the same time, a person appeared a few paces behind me on the path. He was a very-very old man with long white beard and white clothes, rather bend over. He said, or expressed in some way, that he was the keeper of The Secret, and he was waiting for a long time for someone to come and get it. He was long due to die, but couldn’t because of The Secret. And now, that I am here, he can finally die. And the objetct/secret thing floated down into my hand. And he died.

And I became the keeper of the secret. A feeling of burden poped into my mind. Having to grow old, like that
old man, being attached to that object, iprisonned really, all alone. Then it faded. I became two little children, (or perhaps I got two little children as well as me, because the perseption of me as such became faded or more of an observer, not the action man. By the way, I am almost always more of a male than a female in my dreams), THEY were the keepers now. They play, and they compete, and argue, and play, and compete, possibly over the ownership of The secret. And that’s the end of the dream.

The emotional state of the dream at the end of it is of lively peace and dynamic serenity… As if life is good -challenging enough, comfortable enough, moving on in the right direction.

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