Walking West

Dreams Unfolding

I’m heading west with the family on vacation, and we are walking.  My son’s complaining a bit, but he’s holding up better than we expected.  We are near the Ohio/Indiana border and it is time to set up camp.  I head into town to get some provisions.

I’m met by a young woman who is clearly looking for clients.  When I ask her for some advice she acts disappointed I’m not taking her up on her offer.  Then a Monsignor comes, he’s over 70 with white hair, and the two of them head into the brothel.

Next I see a man from work who is driving an ambulance.  He asks me if I have the keys.  I check my keyring, but do not have them.  He says we’re not going to be able to get to the patient and drives off.   

my response:

Walking to the West, an interesting image.  Often dreams can point to us flying or swimming, but walking is our natural state.  Charles Olson lamented he “was from the last walking generation on Earth.”  The process of building this blog space has been one of steady progress, as if walking toward a distant goal.

Here the anima does not want to provide answers but wants her business, her needs to be met.  Interesting that her needs are met not by my “succumbing” but by an autonomous image of the moral authority, pointing to a combination of the opposites.  Seems a better solution than the ego thinking it can accomplish that need.

The ambulance driver is putting his failure onto me, as anyone charged with emergency services needs to have all the tools ready for any crisis.