The Oracle

10th April 2008

This dream is probably going to make no sense to others, and I already have a few ideas of what it could mean, but I’d love any input anyone can offer.

I woke up in the early hours of this morning with a feeling of deep revulsion.

I had dreamt that I had a tool in my right hand that I was using to cut a sizeable hole in the sole (heel) of my feet. I was actually re opening old wounds (?) but there was no blood and only a little discomfort. Once the tool had been used I was able to discard it and use my fingers to peel away about 3 inches depth of skin. This skin was then discarded.

Inspecting the interior of this hole now, I found lots of ‘useful’ things such as tampons and hair grips - things that women would have lying in the bottom of their handbag.

This applied to both of my feet.

Now, it’s not exactly the dream that is the feature for me, even though it’s perfectly horrid, but the feeling of stomach wrenching revulsion when I woke up. Any ideas???

Hiya.

As you might expect, I have a couple of thoughts on this.

I think that this might be connected to your post yeasterday about the new moon etc.

Seems to me that it might be time for you tackle something that you've just not been wanting to face; something that you've been supressing for a good long time. You hint yourself at the idea of needing to reopen old wounds and as I'm sure you know, what your initial feeling tells you, is usually accurate.

Feet are renowned for thier dead skin and most people would probably admit to picking at it if pushed and this would suggest to me the shedding of baggage. You spoke of the Snake that sheds it's skin in your 'new moon' post and your subconscious (SC) has taken up the image.

So you're asking youself what you need to deal with from your past and then what will happen if you do?

Initially you'll be tentative, 'using the tool' ie your knowledge base, to be as analytical and objective as possible but once you begin to delve and get under the surface you'll realise how cathartic it is and, even though it's dredging things up that you would rather were left alone, one thing will lead to another and it wont be long before it's all out there.

By throwing the skin away your SC is reassuring you that you will only need to do this once, for this particular dilema and that once you have you will see the benefits, or the 'usefulness' of the exercise, almost immediately.

I think the items you found might give you a clue as to which particular predicament this excersise will help with. Being in the feet suggests a foundation something which you have relied on in the past. The items, Tampons, hairgrips etc. identify your womanhood and specifically sexuality but it's perhaps something that you feel deeply uncomfortable about, hence the revulsion upon waking. It maybe that you are searching for a more feminine/masculine side to your personality. Something along those lines anyway.

Any help?

Wow - some really interesting thoughts angelmouse, thanks.

I can tell you though that the revulsion is from a hatred at those type of wounds - anything overly deep, into which say a finger could be placed, makes me wanna hurl!

A perfect example is that scene in the film Gladiator where Russle (sp?) crow has a huge gash in his arm and is packed to help it heal. I literally cannot look at it throughout the healing part of the film.

Anyway, looking at what feet mean to me, they've always been very important. *shoes* was my first word as a baby and I was always taught, as a soldiers child, that 'you only get one pair of feet'. My father was fastidious about foot hygiene and he drummed this into both my brother and I. My feet have always been my independence and I've had to use them to escape many a familial scrape.

To be literally hobbling myself, is like cutting off my own connections to the world. This says to me that something is definitely going on inside rather than outside the sub concious.

For reasons that I won't go into here, I was made to reject and hate my feminity for years, so to find feminine items hidden inside myself could well be a message to accept my feminine self as now there is no reason to hide it.

However, it could also be that I am hiding something fundamental about myself from those close to me. This makes sense as I am harbouring a secret from a lot os people at the moment.

So, all in all, I think it's my brain telling me I have a secret and it's not healthy to keep it at the moment, so much so, I have to cut it out of myself.

Heh! Don't you just love it when your subconscious does that?!!

Makes it sound so easy dosen't it?!

Your approach to foot care makes a lot more sense and definately smacks of a funamental need to approach this issue. Unfortunately this added info probably means that the whole process is going to affect your stability temporarily. It might just mean that, having become aware of the issue, you now start turning it over in you mind and that, in it's self knocks you off kilter for a while.

Thing is you can never tell until you get there and sometimes even after the fact. I think it's probably just a nudge from your SC.

Two nights running, two very different dreams. I would greatly appreciate any ideas at interpretation please! Warning though, the dreams are long and, well, bizarre.

Dream 1
It starts with me walking along the road and a man approaches me from behind, making as if to share his umbrella with me. It's one of those huge golfing umbrellas and it's bright red. I gratefully accept the sharing of the umbrella and the man seems pleasant enough. When I make to turn off the street, he follows me and attempts to rape me. I fight him hard though and make it away from him. I arrive at my mums house and ring the police. I'm crying down the phone, telling them I'm still covered in his DNA and they have to hurry. After the police have been, a brief conversation reveals the identity of the would be rapist. My mother, father and I go to this mans house. Mum and dad keep watch while I dole out my physical punishment and anger on the man. When I leave, he is alive but not conscious. Walking away from the mans house with mum and dad we are approached by a rather macabre looking clown on a unicycle who is throwing money away and laughing in a worrying, maniacal way. We pick up money, but we're not greedy and leave plenty for others. At home, mum tells me she is catching a flight to Belfast that afternoon to check out a new housing development that she wants to move to. It's clear she's leaving dad. She asks me to accompany her and although I know I'm married and have committments, I more than willingly go with her.

There are quite a few bizarre occurences on the way to Belfast, and on arriving. However, I leave mum skipping in a small field (!!?) and enter some form of public building. A man approaches me. He is very very handsome but not to my taste initially. He thrusts out a pile of launderette cleaned suits and I am immediately obliged to take them. He whirls off to a private room, leaving me holding his laundry. A small but thick book falls out of his laundry and I bend, pick it up and abandon the laundry. I flick through the book and find he is writing some form of book. Not just that, but it's brilliant. I feel I have to approach the man so I begin banging on the door I saw him go through. I tell him with passion that he must get theis book published, that it is excellent and that I really was moved by his talent. Mystery man just leaned forward and gave me the most spine tingling kiss I had ever experienced.

The dream above caused me at one point to be so vocal in my sleep that B approached the bedroom with weapon and phone ready to dial 999. She really thought I was being attacked.

Dream 2
I am teaching a class of students but the building is more similar to the place I did my degree. Suddenly there is an urgency to get out. There are no alarms or shouts but the student body and the teachers know we have to get out, and quickly. I grab up everything I can see of mine and run, run so fast I think my legs are going to give way.

As I run, I hear bombs going off behind me and I can hear the screaming of the children behind me, the heart shattering shrill screams of people I know, people I work with. At one point, I drop everything I am carrying and continue running. But I go back and retrieve my keys, my sandwich, my small mascot toy who goes everywhere important with me and my phone. I run as far as I feel I can and collapse to the floor, still aurally surrounded by screams and bomb blasts.

This dream had me screaming and crying in my sleep, so much so that A had to wake me and consol me.