take your wings and fly to the summit of a cloudy sky lift your spirit and together you must try the showers will hide an imminent cry take your words in flight when your dreams deny when the limits of asking is too high then realization will bring light it’s time for a change pick the perfect shade of rays not the overcast or somber the one just suited for your sight not the one that’s very bright for your dreams will go blind build your castle on the ground you can never build it in the air…
Is it unusual to make a post out of a comment from a confidant? This concerns about the images during my sleep. I am a little bit distracted about the causes of those images . Why that kind of images in succession was created in my mind as I was at rest.
Last week, I wrote about my dreams and at the last part of the post I ask if there’s anyone who can interpret scenes in my dream. Tony A. was the one who made an “in-depth analysis” of my dream. He replied intelligently about the images that appeared in my dreams. He acted like a psychiatrist, scientist, and a fortune teller at the same time. (smiles) But thanks to him, he was right. His interpretation was exactly what I was thinking everyday after all these months of the pandemic. Here’s the portion from my post last week for those who were not able to read the part:
Scene 1 :
“The queue was long and people were conversing with each other and overheard this. “What’s the job you’re applying for?” I was puzzled to be in that queue, lining for a job interview. ………I heard it. “He’s too gentle for the job.” I got more confused and clueless about the whole thing. “
Scene 2 :
“In that space of nothingness, I met my brother-in-law on a bike while I was waiting for a ride. I don’t know where I was going to. With my knapsack strapped on my back, I saw his face. He was a little bit concerned where I was going.“
Tony A. :
Here is Tony A.’s analysis :
“The queue outside the church represents the work and social connections of the society you live in. The ‘too gentle’ advice is you accepting you don’t fit into the pattern. The link with your brother -in-law shows you have a desire to travel and leave your present environment but have no definite plans -hence the look of concern on his face.”
I find his dissection of the scenes correct. The interpretation was precise. In anticipation of my desire to return to the big city was a big obstacle for me since I keep on worrying when it would be possible. Since the first lockdown in the country was imposed, I have already spent months in the province. And that’s what I’ve been thinking of. In addition, I really miss travelling inside and outside the country. One trip has already been cancelled due to this virus pandemic.
Just recently, I dreamed of myself in a line outside the church. I don’t know why I was there. The queue was long and people were conversing with each other and overheard this. “What’s the job you’re applying for?” I was puzzled to be in that queue, lining for a job interview. When it was my turn to be screened by these two middle aged women, they made whispers loud enough to be heard by me. I don’t know why they made such a buzzing, gossiping into each other’s ears.
I heard it. “He’s too gentle for the job.” I got more confused and clueless about the whole thing. What was the job’s description?
Then I was awakened . I have slept with my right arm pinned on my right side. It hurt for a while and it was discomforting for me to be sleeping again on the right side. I changed position. It took some fifteen minutes to bring me into a pensive mood. Dreamy stage was inviting me again. Little by little I succumb into a deep repose. But I could still hear the handy rain that poured.
In that space of nothingness, I met my brother-in-law on a bike while I was waiting for a ride. I don’t know where I was going to. With my knapsack strapped on my back, I saw his face. It was a little bit concerned where I was going.
We were not aware of his return from abroad as a seaman.
I was half asleep half awakened as I turned my other side of the body. I could still hold my mind’s faculty that I will remember my dreams when I am fully awakened. But I strained myself to stand up in the middle of that dopy drowsiness.
I was able to jot it down on paper so I could write about it.
What’s the meaning of my dreams? Anybody who can interpret this ?
Para Mikhail Bakhtin, as festividades "são uma forma primordial, marcante, da civilização humana", logo, a festa, o carnaval e a cidade, são convidados especiais deste espaço.
