Monday, April 26, 2010
Had a dream the other night that I was trying to light a Mary at someone else's house, but it wouldn't light. I looked more carefully and noticed it was not a candle, but a statue. My hand then bumped it and it fell over, but didn't break. I looked over at the person whose house I was in and said, "I'm sorry." They said, "It's okay." I then picked it up and found a small wick at the top of the statue, and was then able to light it.
Sent this dream off to my favorite dream interpreter, and she replied back that I was both the person trying to light the Mary, and the woman whose Mary was getting knocked down but not broken. And it was only through forgiveness that it/I/She was able to light.
Been thinking so much about that dream. No matter how many times I hear (and say) that our dreams are all aspects of ourselves, I still tend to think of them literally. In the dream I really wanted the forgiveness of another, but in my subconscious, I want the forgiveness of myself.
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