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A dream about walking along the bank with a bear. By Jeanne G. Miller
Posted: Sunday, July 26, 2009
Last edited: Thursday, January 07, 2010
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Have you ever wondered what your dreams mean? Are they about the future? Just about restating the day's events? Conversations from a spiritual being or possibly with the Divine creator? Or even maybe the wisdom part of your unconscious speaking to the conscious part of yourself?
I am a seeker in the understanding of dreams similar to the way of the Psychiatrist, Dr. Carol Jung. His way of understanding dreams is that all our dreams are for healing and wholeness. I would like to share a dream with you as an example of healing and wholeness. " I was my climbing down into a canyon similar to the Grand Canyon. Down deep I climbed, and when I reached the bottom, it was a flat valley. No trees or greenery were present. There was a running stream with light refracting off the water as it rushed over the rocks. There was so much light dancing off the water that it felt as if I was looking into the heavens and seeing all the stars. The bank on either side of the stream was wide, brown dirt with rocks along the pathways. Then the ground rose dramatically upward setting the boundaries of the canyon walls, exposing all the colors and configurations of the layers of the earth that had formed over the eons of time. I started walking peacefully along the well-worn path by the riverbank. Then suddenly, out of nowhere stood a big brown bear on his hind feet, his arms outstretched and claws extended. His teeth were exposed as he snarled loudly at me. I said to him, “What are you doing here? Be quiet!” To my surprise, it obeyed and returned to all four feet on the ground. The bear became docile, looked at me lovingly and we walked along the riverbank together. I could feel the brown hair on its back as I moved my hand over him. I could see the light shining off the hair follicles. We were at peace with one another. We were friends and co-journeymen as we walked along the riverbank together. We walked for a while together and then I awoke. What might this mean for me as I struggled to make sense of the pain I was experiencing, the disappointment that surgery had not been successful, my guilt for possibly choosing the wrong doctor, and the crisis to my faith? I was highly worried that the pain would never stop. My life was actually consumed with pain. I was paranoid that I might hurt worse. I became very overprotective of where I would go and how close I would stand next to others. I reacted to any kind of pain like someone with posttraumatic stress disorder. I feared it would occur even without any real present danger. At just the thought that it could get worse, I would shake with anxiety. On days that the pain increased, I would sink into disappointment that was too heavy for me to carry. One of the possible interpretations to this dream was that the things that I fear or find anxiety provoking could be my friends. I would need to face them squarely and confront them. I felt a sense of empowerment to take action once again. Anxiety could be my friend. Pain could be my friend.”
More stories like this one can be read about in my book ”Dream Symbols In Waking Life" which can be viewed and ordered through the website... blurb.com/books/783979. Enjoy.