I've been having this "dream" lately, and have felt like I should share it. The interpretation of which has been deep and rich and personal (so I hope you will understand my keeping it personal), but perhaps this dream is meant to be shared with some of you...
I am standing in a white emptiness, right before me water is slowing dripping, like from a badly leaking faucet, the source of the water I cannot see.
In my hand I am holding a little dixie cup. I put my arm out before me to start catching the water, and soon, my little paper dixie cup is full. I bring the cup back to myself and drink. It is clear and clean and delicious pure water. I am thirsty and desire more.
I put my cup out again, and the water is beginning to come down more readily, like the tap has been turned on at a moderate size. I barely notice that I must now fully extend my arm to reach the water flow. My cup, now a small teacup, is filled quickly to overflowing and as the water starts splashing out, I pull the cup back to myself and drink quickly.
The water is coming down more quickly, like a kitchen sink tap opened fully. I reach my teacup forward, but the water is coming down heavily. Most of it splashes out of my teacup. It gets my hand wet, my shirt, I pull my cup back. It isn't full, and I've gotten wet, but I drink it anyway, and try again to receive more water. I am no more successful that the previous attempt. Water is splashing everywhere and my cup cannot hold the water. There is so much, and yet, I can hardly collect any with my cup that I keep stretching out and trying to keep, but it never fills my cup.
I realize, I need a larger glass. And I look, now I am holding a large dinner glass. I fill it almost to the rim when it begins to overflow before pulling it back to myself. I begin to drink, slowly and casually, watching the water begin to come down more forcefully, like out of a water hose a few steps out from before me, I am content to drink my larger glass of water, until I recognize it is almost empty.
I must walk forward a few paces to collect more water in my cup. It is again difficult to fill the cup due to the force and abundance of water pouring down. I don't fill the cup fully. I'm scared of dropping the cup. I'm scared of getting wet. I'm scared of spilling the water.
I am standing alone holding my cup that is beginning to crack. I look up again and see water gushing down as out of a fire-hose just a few more paces ahead of me. And far in the distance, I can just make out a waterfall and a large expanse of great water.
Also, a personal note, when I had this dream, I was diffusing Sandalwood essential oil. If you would like to know more about Sandalwood, or essential oils, check out my blog that chronicles my experiences using essential oils at eolearning.blogspot.com.
