I've been sharing a dream about a young boy landing a rocket ship. I asked my dream class to comment on an aspect of the dream that particularly struck them. Here’s my dream.
I’m living on a space station far away from Earth. It’s enormous and elaborate—like a small city. I am observing a rocket that is landing on the space station. It’s not a small shuttle craft, but a three-stage rocket: huge. The trouble is that it is being piloted by a boy—maybe 10- or 11-years-old—and it is clear that he has no experience. This makes me extremely nervous because he has no fear of anything that could go wrong. In fact, he treats the whole activity as if he were playing a video game of some sort; he’s completely lighthearted. He has to dock to the space station by landing on a protruding (male) base which is square. He has to align the comparable indentation (female) at the bottom of the rocket until the two interlock. He makes two or three attempts, misaligning them a couple of times before he gets it right. But he does succeed, and nothing is damaged. I am greatly relieved.
We’ll go back to the class comments on Friday. Today, I want to dissect this dream in more typical fashion.
Tell me about…
Spaces station: An artificial community in order to exist in a hostile environment.
Earth: Our natural home base.
Small city: A thriving, interactive community with lots to offer.
Huge rocket: A substantial vehicle for traveling vast distances at great speed.
11-year-old pilot: Inexperienced and involved in a task that is beyond him.
Nervous: I see the potential for disaster.
Fearless and lighthearted: Not a care in the world. He thinks it’s a lark.
Video game: A diversion without consequences.
Protruding (male) Base: Part of a hookup.
Square: It’s a foundation.
Indentation (female): The other half of the hookup.
Unsuccessful attempts: He tried but got it wrong.
Eventual success without damage: Despite everything, he did OK.
Relief: My worries went away.
My dream metaphorically restated
There is a part of me that has created an artificial community inside of myself in order to exist in a hostile environment. I’m far away from my natural home base. The new place is a thriving, interactive community with lots to offer. And I am dealing with a part of me that is a substantial vehicle for traveling vast distances at great speed. But the part of me piloting is inexperienced and involved in a task that is beyond him. I see the potential for disaster. But the pilot part of me has not a care in the world. He thinks it’s a lark, a diversion without consequences. I have to negotiate two parts of a hookup that is also a foundation. The pilot part of me tried but got it wrong at first. Then, despite everything, he did OK and my worries went away.
More on Friday…
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