Funeral for Grand Figures

by Richard Reeve on November 15, 2008

in @CCSeed

Skeleton of Elephant

Dreams Unfolding

In a military helicopter and handed an automatic rifle , then told to sit as I ride in a side doorway.  As we lift off I’m trying to figure out where and how to place my finger on the trigger.  We fly low down an avenue, needing at times to rise suddenly to avoid electric wires.

Then, I’m entering a church, and a bearded man shows me into a sacristy type room to leave my rifle on a table there.  I cover the weapon with the table cloth and head into the church.  I funeral will soon start for a couple that has died.  At the front of the church, instead of caskets there are two huge glass case displays. The case on the left has the skeleton of the woman, the one one the right the skeleton of the man.  I walk to the front and view the displays, which seem museum like, and notice that the figures have the bones of many dozens of individuals making them up.  At first I view the woman: even her outfit and jewelry are made of bones.  Then when I go to see the man, it is similar, but the unusual thing is that he has no head.

Amplification:

Helicopter rides in cities have been appearing in different contexts in dreams over the last three months.  It’s of note that I’m a passenger here, going to a place I’m unaware of, giving the job of providing cover.  The lack of proficiency with the weapon concerns me as I do not want it to fire by mistake.

The funeral a complete surprise.  Both skeletal figures are bigger than life, perhaps eight feet tall.  Interesting that they are displayed in separate cases.  It’s as though this is a funeral for collective ancestral image of man and woman.    In order for a new image to be born, the old need be sacrificed.  The head of the man missing, as though it was taken by an enemy, sacrificed or used in some other ritual.  It is lost.  (Now that’s an insight I know many women will agree with…)

afterthought: it’s as though the attitude that approaches the collective archetypes as natural history, as an exhibit in a museum, needs to be buried so a new relationship and attitude can emerge.

(Image cc via Wikipedia)

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