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What is really incredible about dreams is that when you start to pay attention to them, nurture them, reflect on them, journal about them, and care for them, they really start to grow and give some love back to you. Last night was the perfect example of that happening.
Writing daily about my dreams has opened the dream gates so to speak. Remember my dream about the subway? I was getting this cycle vibe from it. I thought it was telling me something about this year of dream blogging I have planned. I’ve always thought of the year as a wheel that spins around and you go through the year with each slight rotation of the wheel. Last night, after sleeping with a simple pouch of chamomile flowers under my pillow, I dreamt of this wheel concept.
In Dream Town I was playing at the top of the street with my youngest son and we raced each other toward the house. As we approached the house I noticed that in my garden the perennials were beginning to bloom. ALL of my perennials were growing at once. My fall mums were growing with my spring alliums. It was like the whole year of growth was laid out before me – screaming in my face – LOOK AT YOUR YEAR BLOOMING IN FRONT OF YOUR VERY EYES! I didn’t notice though.
I walked in the house where I proceeded to watch Wheel of Fortune. Which wouldn’t have been remarkable except that the contestant, who was likely 105 years old, went to spin the wheel and as he put all of his gusto into that wheel he took a dump on the studio floor. And in my dream I thought, why the heck wouldn’t they have edited that out?!? Probably so I’d notice, and realize that the wheel of the year ahead looks promising for me, as long as I don’t sh*t all over it.
That’s what our dreams do. They put things in there that will grab our attention, and help us to make discoveries about ourselves. It’s so cool. What do you remember about your dream last night? What jumps out at you? There’s probably a message there.
The wheel of the year keeps on turning and so do I. Onto my friend, Mugwort, to whom I look forward to introducing to you.