A Strange Dream
November 1st 2006 15:46
A few days ago, I had a very strange dream. As a rule I am usually unaware of my dreams but for some reason I remember most of this dream in vivid detail. I have thought about it for several days and though it contains some pretty obvious symbolism, I dont feel that I have fully understood its significance. Maybe writing it down will help me see the meaning more clearly.
Sitting in my room, at my computer as usual, I suddenly had the urge to turn and look behind me. What I saw, appeared at fist glance to be a spider climbing down the wall towards my bed. I was surprised to find myself reacting with curiosity due to the fact that I am arachnophobic, but even more surprising was that on closer inspection it turned out not to be a spider but an abnormally large ant. As I watched the ant crawl over my quilt I remember getting a distinct impression of conformity, a feeling that, despite its unusual size it was no different or anymore significant than any other ant. It was this thought that leads me to believe the ant was somehow representative of me and my role in society, its size being symbolic of my belief that I should attempt to stand out in some way.
I turned away from the ant for just a second when I heard a voice. I am unable to recall exactly what it said but when I looked back to where the voice had come from I found that the ant had turned into a bird. It was a completely black bird, presumably some kind of Jackdaw or small Raven, with extremely beady eyes that seemed to look straight through me. The fact that the ant had apparently just metamorphosed into a talking bird didn't surprise me at all. In fact, I hardly noticed the difference until I woke up and replayed the dream in my head.
Birds have always been symbols of freedom and transcendence to me, so the thought that a subservient, dependant being such as an ant could be transformed into something as liberated and unrestrained as a bird through the ability to speak, or communicate, has many obvious yet profound implications. The bird spoke a few more words to me which I also cannot remember. Due to my inablility to remember anything he said, I suspect the words are irrelevant. I think it was the fact that he spoke that was significant.
At this point I decided to take full advantage of my opportunity to have a conversation with a talking bird and began trying to prompt him to speak. However, the more I attempted to encourage it to speak the more determined it seemed to remain silent, my prodding and questioning only increasing its stubborness. Eventually tiring of my patronising greetings and repetitive questions the bird stopped acknowledging me altogether and just sat there at the edge of my bed as if it was completely unaware of my presence. This was when I woke up.
I seem to be stuck at this point at the moment still asking the bird the same questions over and over and the bird, while undoubtedly aware of the answers, still wont dignify them with a response.
Sitting in my room, at my computer as usual, I suddenly had the urge to turn and look behind me. What I saw, appeared at fist glance to be a spider climbing down the wall towards my bed. I was surprised to find myself reacting with curiosity due to the fact that I am arachnophobic, but even more surprising was that on closer inspection it turned out not to be a spider but an abnormally large ant. As I watched the ant crawl over my quilt I remember getting a distinct impression of conformity, a feeling that, despite its unusual size it was no different or anymore significant than any other ant. It was this thought that leads me to believe the ant was somehow representative of me and my role in society, its size being symbolic of my belief that I should attempt to stand out in some way.
I turned away from the ant for just a second when I heard a voice. I am unable to recall exactly what it said but when I looked back to where the voice had come from I found that the ant had turned into a bird. It was a completely black bird, presumably some kind of Jackdaw or small Raven, with extremely beady eyes that seemed to look straight through me. The fact that the ant had apparently just metamorphosed into a talking bird didn't surprise me at all. In fact, I hardly noticed the difference until I woke up and replayed the dream in my head.
Birds have always been symbols of freedom and transcendence to me, so the thought that a subservient, dependant being such as an ant could be transformed into something as liberated and unrestrained as a bird through the ability to speak, or communicate, has many obvious yet profound implications. The bird spoke a few more words to me which I also cannot remember. Due to my inablility to remember anything he said, I suspect the words are irrelevant. I think it was the fact that he spoke that was significant.
At this point I decided to take full advantage of my opportunity to have a conversation with a talking bird and began trying to prompt him to speak. However, the more I attempted to encourage it to speak the more determined it seemed to remain silent, my prodding and questioning only increasing its stubborness. Eventually tiring of my patronising greetings and repetitive questions the bird stopped acknowledging me altogether and just sat there at the edge of my bed as if it was completely unaware of my presence. This was when I woke up.
I seem to be stuck at this point at the moment still asking the bird the same questions over and over and the bird, while undoubtedly aware of the answers, still wont dignify them with a response.
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Comment by Gareth
Thanks for the comment
I think Im the bird and the ant, but Im not sure why the bird wouldnt answer me.
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You've both given me food for thought. Maybe I should be less aggressive in my questioning, trust that answers will come to me when im ready and all that sort of stuff.
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I would like you know if you have had the dream reoccuringly
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Birds mean freedom,a "Light backpack" weight off your shoulders...
Spiders means "Domestic happiness"
Hope it helped you out a bit with this info...
Perhaps it's a sign to choose carefully between either your friends or your career...
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I think you had too many shrooms.
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