Strange Dream with Comedy/Tragedy theme
07Jan2007 04:14 PM Dreams
Last
night I had a strange dream which seems to reinforce
the silliness of what we concern ourselves with so
often, as well as the serious things we gloss over.
In the dream, I found Amy Goodman (I rarely dream
about people I know, and less often about those in
the public eye) on her hands and knees on the floor
of a well-lit office building, hunched over in fetal
position, sobbing, while somehow (you know how
paradoxical dreams can be!) singing, karaoke-style,
about not being able to find a staple-puller anywhere
in the office (and no one could help her)... That's
about the extent of the dream; on the surface it
seems quite absurd, almost comical, to see someone
(especially someone with such a generally serious
demeanor; and I do have a tremendous admiration for
her work as a journalist, the anchor for
Democracy Now
which
is a beacon for compassion in a crazy world!)
lamenting about something so trivial (kinda
reminds me of the movie Office
Space, now that I
think of the object of the sorrow!). Of course,
this afternoon, while unstapling a stack of old
code printouts to use as scratch paper, the "Aha!"
moment hits, and here I am pondering the deeper
significance and symbolism. I'm contemplating new
opportunities that seem on the surface to match
the backdrop, but the "dig deeper" inspiration
grabs me and says, pay attention to the real
issues where you can make a difference (regardless
of where you are at) and let the trivial fade away
of its own accord... After all, like the CBS
Sunday morning episode on "memory" pointed out,
our personas are composed of what we dwell upon;
the point they didn't make (or perhaps I missed
hearing) was that it is the emotional emphasis WE
give to our experience that gives it life... Also,
since my family genetics pre-disposes me (another
unchallenged belief? 
to play with puns, I'm struck with
the double-meaning of staple (being the stuff we
find in our pantries and fridges that we believe
sustain us, breatharians, notwithstanding
We don't really live by bread
alone, do we, but by the comfort we give
ourselves in our choice of focus in our every
relationship to this infinite world we seem to
inhabit. I'm reminded of the advice in
Life and Teaching of the Masters of
the Far East (I'm currently
re-reading after about 35 years) that reminds us
of the infinite supply within us...
to play with puns, I'm struck with
the double-meaning of staple (being the stuff we
find in our pantries and fridges that we believe
sustain us, breatharians, notwithstanding
We don't really live by bread
alone, do we, but by the comfort we give
ourselves in our choice of focus in our every
relationship to this infinite world we seem to
inhabit. I'm reminded of the advice in
Life and Teaching of the Masters of
the Far East (I'm currently
re-reading after about 35 years) that reminds us
of the infinite supply within us...
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