Running with My Dreams

Last night I had a dream that I left my purse somewhere public and when I got back to it, everything was there except my ATM card and my credit card. In the dream, I had this momentary panic until I realized I was covered for this exact thing by the banks I do business with.



I don't dream very often, I think it's mostly because I don't get enough sleep. But when I do dream, I think of it as a message from my subconscious, usually something unflattering having to do with the darker side of my nature. Thinking about last night's dream, I see the money cards as material objects that I value, which could be perceived negatively. Oh those precious money cards! Gateways to our earned money, and to the pretend (borrowed) money. You've got to admit, if you've ever had yours stolen or lost it's a bit of a bitch getting straightened out. But dreams are never about the material world. Dreams live in the under-world of experience, emotion, yearning.



Today is the day, that Rob Brezny's horoscopes for the week are published, and I've always liked his horoscopes, not so much because I believe in astrology, but more because his horoscopes make you think. Here's mine for the week:



Sometimes I fly in my dreams. The ecstasy is almost unbearable as I soar high above the landscape. But there's something I enjoy dreaming about even more, and that's running. For years I've had recurring dreams of sprinting for sheer joy through green hills and meadows, often following rivers that go on forever. I'm never short of breath. My legs never get tired. I feel vital and vigorous and fulfilled. Does it seem odd that I prefer running to flying? I think I understand why. The flying dreams represent the part of me that longs to escape the bonds of earth, to be free of the suffering and chaos here. My running dreams, on the other hand, express the part of me that loves being in a body and exults in the challenges of this world. Given your astrological omens, Taurus, I think you're ready for whatever is your personal equivalent of running in your dreams.



So how do I interpret my dream? Obviously (probably only to me), my dream was about love. Having it and of course, losing it. You know, I'm wiser than I think, and every once in a while my subconscious reminds me of it. My dream let me know that I can love, and even if I lose it, I've got enough emotional bank to be okay.



I'm going on a run.