For the past week or two, my dreams have been significantly different from the ones I usually have. Most of the time, I’ll have random dreams will images that I feel mean nothing to me; or I’ll have dreams which disturb me; or, if I remember to set an intention before sleep, I get dreams which more or less has to do with my intentions, sometimes.
But lately, my dreams have been those of figurative mazes, of people I’ve known in the past (rarely the present), of moving from one world to another.
For fun, I asked someone who was providing a one-card animal draw online to draw a card for me. She drew whale, and wrote this: Your card is Whale. Whales have very long, mysterious migrations. You may have a journey ahead of you, but what type can’t be said yet. Whales are also symbols of deep wisdom – perhaps you should spend some time thinking deep and introspectively.
That seems almost exactly like the direction my dreams have been taking me. It’s as if I’m having a migration of sorts into different regions. I wake up most of the time feeling a strange emotion in my chest – a sort of longing which isn’t really longing; an alien feeling which might be that of innate knowledge I already know that I’m beginning to know again, maybe.
I’ll continue letting my dreams go where they will, and see where they bring me.
