Clarity,
Office 17622,
PO Box 6945,
London.
W1A 6US
United Kingdom
Phone/ Voicemail:
+44 (0)20 3287 3053 (UK)
+1 (561) 459-4758 (US).
I tend to interpret it as an attempt of my unconscious to communicate with my conscious self. But was it my uncounsciuos or the collective uncounscious. In another dream I remember I asked her a proof of the fact that I am speaking to her and this is not simply my immagination or my way of dealing with her death. She said she will leave me a sign and in the dream a white dove appeared. When I woke up I found a pigeon feather on my desk. Well imagine my surpise. But then I thought that a pigeon must have entered the room, the window was slightly open, and the noise produced by the movement of the wings must have influenced my dream.
My question somehow indirectly inquired the IC if there was more to that dream than a dialogue with myself. I hope I'm not too vague and sorry for my english, I'm not an native speaker.
Eric and I were walking up the asphalt hill. I asked him "Do you see him?" "See who?" he asked. "That Indian sitting on that rock", pointing with my nose. He looked at me sideways with a crooked grin - being quite familiar with his dad's quirky imagination and his love of storytelling. I nodded my head at the rock, smiled and said "Good morning", just as I always do. Nothing more was said, until we reached the top of the hill. Pausing there to catch our breath and observe the terrain, I continued: "If there is no Indian there, what has been lost? But, if there is an Indian there, he has been acknowledged." Eric chuckled, and we headed back down the hill, passing the Indian again, on our right.
Clarity,
Office 17622,
PO Box 6945,
London.
W1A 6US
United Kingdom
Phone/ Voicemail:
+44 (0)20 3287 3053 (UK)
+1 (561) 459-4758 (US).