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Wednesday, 08 April 2009

Tomorrow, Just You Wait and See

By Carol Gardner of In Your Dreams

There was a long period during which my family experienced such upheaval that we were at a loss for how to handle it. So out of our experience, we struggled day-by-day to understand it all and to cope with the ongoing fallout. Walking around as if wounded, we immediately assisted the "victims." To compound the matter, we also understood the plight of the "perpetrators," and wished them no harm.

Pulling me down, I fervently prayed for some resolution to the problems, but none came. Then one night I dreamed:

I am sitting on the north side of the house (where I sleep) watching up in the air where a huge number of grosbeaks eat doughnuts. A person stands beside me and though not specified, I know it is a family member.

Now a blue jay or two join the grosbeaks, and I say, "Where are they all going?" Up near the gutters they flutter all around holding up enormous amounts of doughnuts. As I continue to watch, more blue jays come - more than I ever expected. The addition of so many blue jays only adds to the pleasure of seeing the grosbeaks. They're all so beautiful.

A song had started while still dreaming and as I got awake, playing in my head was the voice of Vera Lynn singing, The White Cliffs of Dover. Growing up in the 40s, this hopeful song, with Vera Lynn's strong and vibrant voice, reminded us that one day the war would be over and "There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover, tomorrow, just you wait and see."

On waking, there were tears on my face and I continued crying for a time. The tears were purely those of "thanks." From the dream, I knew there was hope for the future and it helped me carry on.

You'd wonder how such a seemingly funny dream could cause such emotion. It was the song that pointed to its deeper meaning, but so were the messengers. That the first messenger was rose-breasted grosbeak reminded me of my grandmother, Rose, who I've felt looks out for me. The addition of blue jays (my favorite sturdy bird), brought the beauty and message by song. Their being up by the gutter, was a clue of the low place where I was then.

Doughnuts represented to me a treat, sweetness, but something of the sturdy variety - not fancy. And though they were right above us, the birds were still "holding up enormous amounts of doughnuts." I hoped that they might dispense a little soon!

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It is fascinating the way you interpreted that dream.

I often have strange dreams that I don't understand and instead of trying to make sense of them I simply shrug them off and forget about them.

I certainly enjoyed reading about your dream though....

P.S. I love to hear Vera Lynn sing "We'll Meet Again." It is so touching and part of my young adult years.The same for "The White Cliffs of Dover." Thanks for reminding me.

Thank you for your interest and comments, Nancy.

Everybody dreams, and when we begin to pay attention, it is amazing how helpful they can be. Of course, I cannot figure out all my dreams. And sometimes I, too, have the weird kind: I'm sitting on the toilet in an evening gown when a band of gypsies leap in banging on tambourines.

P.S. As soon as I read your comment, I went over to YouTube and listened to "We'll Meet Again." Love that song and Vera Lynn.

Carol, I feel very sure that Carl Jung would approve of your interpretation of your dream. You were having problems, but you subconsciously knew they would end someday and your dream was a way of bringing that knowledge to your conscious brain. And that did the job of helping you deal with your upheaval.

I love your story.

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