Leave Mama a Note is the title of my dream; in it, me and three companions have been bunking out at a house I lived in from time to time with my parents, during my college years. To avoid my mother, we’re up and ready to leave before dawn with our backpacks and provisions. I'm not comfortable with that; I feel I owe her communication and I should leave a note.
A small dream, perhaps, but it wouldn’t let go of my imagination; it kept popping up in consciousness, and each time, I felt the certainty that I should leave Mama a note. My dream wasn't finished.
In my dream, when we left pre-dawn in a rush because we
heard her footsteps padding upstairs, we turned left and headed up the
street. In waking life, I never
went up that way, since in the suburban no- sidewalk neighborhood I lived in,
friends, work and stores all involved turning right. In my dream, we headed up the hill that was our street to
the left and found that it ended in a wooded dead end.
I recently had the great pleasure of spending time with my
dear brother and sister-in-law in those youthful parts of the country; each traveling to get there there for a family reunion picnic. My bro and I were driving around town doing errands to help out, so I asked him to drive to the street we lived on when we had that house. After we checked out the house, I asked him to
go up the hill. I felt a little disappointed as the street ends in a T with houses facing the street, but as he approached the road ahead, I saw it on the right, my dream locale, a
wooded dead end.
Active Dreaming teaches that dreams
require action; "What are you going to do to honor this dream?” is how Robert Moss has phrased it.
The first step, after writing it down, was the opportunity to visit
my dream locale. It's synchronistic that I was able to do so soon after the dream, since it's a distance away. Another wonderful dream synchronicity is finding the wooded area I never knew was there. Far seeing or clairvoyance is common in dreams, though things often have some
distortion; like in my dream, the dead end is front and center, not to the right, which may well bear some pondering. What is it my dream wants me to see that's right in front of me? I think I'll go back in a dream re-entry to this locale and take a look in the woods.
There was one more thing I knew I had to do to honor this dream; write Mama that note. Of course, I wrote in Spanish as that’s the language we always spoke before she crossed over.
The trick to imaginal work is to do it fast, without letting
your left brain get a hold of it.
I wrote rapidly, without pre-thought. When I finished, I felt the words as a balm for my soul and
a deeper connection with my Mom.
What I said really needed saying, to her, to me; I feel very grateful
for the gift this dream gave me. I'll keep the note with the dream in my journal for when I need to read it again.
Following the thread of a dream through waking life is one
of the great entertainments of a dream practice. Re-entering dreams, dialoguing with dream characters, playing synchronicity games with the universe, there are so many ways of imagining what more a dream can offer me. It's even a great practice for those moments I find myself inadvertently
waiting; I can turn waiting into daydreaming.
Probably the #1 question I get from beginners, after they
tell me a dream, is “What does it mean?”
Only the dreamer can answer that; the deeper you go in your dreaming,
the easier that becomes.
