Garbage
Some of my dreams feel like absolute garbage.
The content feels mindless and distracting, like gimmicky ads pulling out all the over-the-top (often poorly executed) stunts to get my attention.
I had this happen to me during a short nap yesterday. There were splashes of neon-pink colors, and in one scene, characters were frivolously shopping in a mall. I actually felt quite irritated as I was waking up.
There’s that saying “Everything happens for a reason,” which I interpret to mean that there’s purpose to all that transpires, including the content of my dreams, even if I can’t make sense of it. Well, recently, someone shared, “Everything doesn’t happen for a reason, but we can make meaning of everything that happens.” While the content of the dream held no meaning for me whatsoever, I got a clear message that I had some garbage to clear out of my system.
In the dream, I felt frustrated and desperate that I couldn’t make my way through this thick, dense mass of accumulated junk. I could sense the wisdom of my dreams lying beneath these groovy waves of black and pink that seemed to be taunting me!
At first, my thoughts were racing with furious judgment at myself for the neglect of my energetic body that resulted in a pile-up of a very thick and unsavory mush of nonsense.
What followed was a suspension of my judgment, an acceptance of what was, and compassion for myself. What has come to be the equivalent of an energetic landfill is the classic combo of ancestral inheritance of all things gloom and doom left undigested in addition to the constipation of my personal unprocessed shit. So, this dream revealed that it’s critical that I continue to release and/or transmute these energetic blocks. Then, I will gain access to the treasure of wisdom.
As I continue to do healing work, I trust this garbage is being recycled, composted, and miraculously alchemized with no-trace-left-behind. And that this work requires consistency and persistence. Once I let the work fall to the wayside, the garbage will begin to accumulate again.
I’m convinced we all have some garbage dreams - purposeless and getting in the way of the dreams that do hold meaning for us.
What do you think?