Last night in my dream, I climbed a mountain.
But it wasn't just any mountain. See, it was a mountain made out of furniture, and decor pieces, and things, and more things, and marble sculptures, and hooks and kettles and anything you can think of that would be in a home. There was no particular order - the random pieces were laid out as a mountain and I climbed barefoot to the very top.
At times I was hanging on to a knob of a door, or a leg of a table, and once I even put my feet on a marble sculpture that would shame The David. I climbed all the way to the top of those elements. The material things in our lives. The ones that we think - make a home.
In my life I have different uses to a dining table, or a telephone, or a knob - but last night in my dream, all of those things were simply just a playground for me to bounce up from.
I never looked back at the pieces I climbed on. I also didn't hang on to any memories of them. They were the way to reach the top.
When I reached the top, I arrived to a flat surface, with shallow water, lots of cats (Clearly - this was a dream) and a restaurant that was operating on the water. It was a lively atmosphere, with people feasting, relaxing and enjoying, and only as I walked in the water to greet them all and join the party - I realized I was barefoot. The memory of where I left my shoes escaped me. And then - the dream escaped me as well.
What we remember from dreams, is what we want to tell ourselves.
It's a message from our inner selves to the outer selves, to the 'conscious' us.
No one else can really tell us what we dream about. All those 'dream interpreters' might as well just interpret their own dreams. Dreams are left for US to analyze, understand, ponder on for ourselves. They are a form of self-talk.
And so to me, my dream last night showed me what a home means to me:
It means growth, not things.
It means play, not ponder.
It means 'keep going', not staying put.
I have yet to uncover what the water, and the cats (?), the bare feet, and the joy symbolized... but I am sure those will all be revealed to me. In my next visit to dreamland... In my next session of self talk.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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