The royal road to the unconcious

 

Did you ever wake up from a dream that was vivid and long and told a whole unique story and you remembered it? This happened to me this morning. It took awhile for all the pieces of it to fit together into the knowing you have when it gels. It could make for a new reality show. It may sound scattered as I try to describe it but it all makes sense in my head. There was a whole group of people, me included who were in a airport type setting, a lounge of some kind where they were holding us before an international flight we were all to take to ?  There was a diplomat type women (pretty, young) her body guard and driver, (you know how pieces of dreams are there because of events or conversations you had earlier in the day, week or month? well, this was in here because about two weeks ago I had spoken to someone with a diplomatic passport).  Okay, gotta hurry with the telling before I lose pieces which I feel I already am. So my old boss was there (I spoke to a friend of her last night). There was a whole host of other people and it was very clever in my dream that all of them were "like" other people I knew and met, but not them (with one exception).  For instance they had the same stature, personality ect. but were not them. I recognized these people in I guess their "essence", not their looks. For example, a couple I met in Italy (who I also spoke of last night) were there but looked totally different, yet I knew it was them. Sadly, and as per usual, Terry was not there, nor was there a facsimile of him. So we are waiting and waiting and the flight is delayed, this flight to who knows where, I think it was overseas (at this point a piece of another actual dream I had had probably years ago sneaks in, it's me on a overseas bumpy flight in a big open cabin with no seats and all the visuals and emotions of that dream). I know, weird - you can even day dream imagine and drift off to another real dream you'd had previously while in a dream, go figure. I wasn't scared of this upcoming "flight" we were delayed from like I had been in that previous dream, I was just recalling that at one time I had been afraid on an overseas dream flight.

So next we are all boarding into one of those carts they shuttle elderly people around in the airport with, but ours is bigger, closed in with glass and more like a mini train. Some of all the people in that big holding area are now gone, and maybe 10 are left with me. One is the diplomat and her entourage. She wants to go do some shopping, there is time and it is allowed of course because she is a diplomat and they would hold the plane for her if need be. So us 10 or 7 or so remaining people are left to wait in this desolate type airport. It is like the airport I was in once in Guyana, South America in that you can see beautiful tropics outside, some far off distant mountains are there in my dream and some wide open runways. The airport is much more modern and larger than Guyana's. It comes to pass as things do in dreams that a lot of time has flown by, the diplomat is not back, we are all in waiting mode. And surprisingly for me I do not seem to care, others are freaking about this unplanned wait and want answers. I drift off by the window and look out at the environment and could care less about our flight, no longer afraid to fly (also in my last night's discussion).

Then the diplomat returns (lets call her Johanna) her bodyguard is Steve (our restaurant host last night) and very handsome,  he was the same, not a facsimile.  Johanna's driver is off to the side with another person playing poker they both look like mafiosa.  Other officials arrive with a knowing on my part that in the background the essence of all the others to take this flight are there now as well.  This is when we are told by said officials that there is no flight right now, and a vague discussion that we are to hang tight for a month. (I will skip ahead to reveal that what is to happen is an experiment to see can your small groups coexist for the next month together here without anything except food, and also like weird and twisted dreams  this was not revealed until the end of the dream, so at this time of being told the delay we do not know this, stay with me if you can)  Well fuck me! I was surprised but also not, because even though this was a huge change in the whole dynamic and plan and course of action I was taking, I easily (and here is why I love dreams) I easily adapted and thought ok, hey no problemo. Then, as dreams do, they skip around, there is a conversation I am having with my old boss about the whole thing, and I am showing her how to use her camera settings ect (obviously we were allowed the things we carried on us at the time) our electronic devices could not be used, I tried but got the clear message "no internet connection". There was a older couple (not the ones I knew from Italy) who were very cranky and upset and obviously not going to make the month together with just each other and us to talk to and interact with. The diplomat's bodyguard Steve and I had a grand conversation about his family, how sad he felt about missing them, but an acceptance of this as part of the job, "I have to protect Johanna at all costs, even though my pregnant wife is due with my twin girls soon and I am not there". I was in awe at his sacrifice, at his selflessness. I had no sacrifice to make, I did not have to be selfless for anyone, hence why I could accept this game. I had no one to return to (jobs were taken care of and time off prearranged). I came to not resent Johanna -in the beginning of our month I did- she had more privilege (and people in her life I wanted ). I understood later that this privilege meant nothing at all if you can't interact with another human on the most basic level. That you have to know people first in order to know what you do and don't want. And so good for her let her have what she has, I will too one day when I learn my lesson.

In the end Johanna in her beautiful white car was driven into the final set of this dream (that is too crazy visually to describe  albeit to say a grand entrance indeed). I noted that many of us were missing because there seemed to be only about 5 or 6 that gathered now - my boss, my Italy friends and Johanna's entourage. Our friends and family showed up to greet us now that we were back to "civilization". Here is when we were told this was all an experiment to see could you last a month knowing people without anything coming between the relationships like internet, distractions, sex,  family members, work, etc. Could you do it and not go crazy, fight, hurt other people, give up, storm off? I remember in this part of the dream being really pleased with myself that I had, that I did it, that I observed these people talked to them, interacted with them, got to know them, without any trappings of the world except our connection as humans and conversation.

Now I am a firm believer that dream are very important, especially vivid ones we remember. On this I agree with Freud, dreams are the royal road to the unconscious. If you can decipher the message, the teaching is there, your truth is all within you, just like I was told by my dear friend last night, and shown in this wacky dream. I could analyze so many aspects of this dream, that might not make any sense to you dear reader, but it does to me. Oh boy it does. My relationship with Johanna, yup, my need to connect without any technology with people and take a month to know them, yup. My awe at another person's selflessness, yup, my not seeing my husband, oh yes!!! My winning in the end?

We will see, the truth is in you Sussey.