Amethyst
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Last night, I dreamed that I was in my early 30's again, and being interviewed by senior administrators at a community college I attended (in my mid-teens, not my 30's!) many years ago (and have fond memories of). It was the most unusual college office anyone has ever seen - draped with gorgeous multi-colored silks and golden ornaments like a scene from Moulin Rouge. It certainly didn't resemble the dingy, state-government-funded surroundings I recall 
The lady in charge, who was about my current age and wearing a flowing purple robe with some kind of wreath on her head, said dream-words to the effect that the junior college didn't have the courses I would need. Instead, they were recommending me to a much higher level institution where I would need to take courses to re-develop my creativity. She explained that I had been forced to squelch my creativity and imagination in order to fit in with the logical, methodical, pragmatic world, where nothing matters or is respected unless someone can make money doing it. It was going to be a long course of study.
Just as my heart began to sink at the thought of yet another stint at formal education, someone in the group said [in dream-language], "Here's a sample exercise to show what your coursework is going to be like. Make up a poem about anything, using the most colorful, wildest words you can, it doesn't matter if they make sense."* Immediately I started thinking about words and colors, and the sense of unbelievable freedom came over me. "They really want me to do this! I can spend all my time imagining things! This is going to be so much fun!" I almost felt like crying, it was such a relief to know that it was really true.
Then an unwelcome person from the past entered and the dream went in a different direction, but I still remember the feeling of FREEDOM and lightness of heart from the "college" part.
Is this about anticipating retirement? Or something...er...more spiritual?
Amethyst
*Actually I have never cared for poems like this.
The lady in charge, who was about my current age and wearing a flowing purple robe with some kind of wreath on her head, said dream-words to the effect that the junior college didn't have the courses I would need. Instead, they were recommending me to a much higher level institution where I would need to take courses to re-develop my creativity. She explained that I had been forced to squelch my creativity and imagination in order to fit in with the logical, methodical, pragmatic world, where nothing matters or is respected unless someone can make money doing it. It was going to be a long course of study.
Just as my heart began to sink at the thought of yet another stint at formal education, someone in the group said [in dream-language], "Here's a sample exercise to show what your coursework is going to be like. Make up a poem about anything, using the most colorful, wildest words you can, it doesn't matter if they make sense."* Immediately I started thinking about words and colors, and the sense of unbelievable freedom came over me. "They really want me to do this! I can spend all my time imagining things! This is going to be so much fun!" I almost felt like crying, it was such a relief to know that it was really true.
Then an unwelcome person from the past entered and the dream went in a different direction, but I still remember the feeling of FREEDOM and lightness of heart from the "college" part.
Is this about anticipating retirement? Or something...er...more spiritual?
Amethyst
*Actually I have never cared for poems like this.
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