Dream: Road Trip With Spinner

Dear Spinneroo,

This is the dream as I presented it to my dream group on tribe.net. I
thought you might enjoy reading about our crazy adventures in my
subconscious!

Love,
~Nemea

I dreamed that my friend Spinner invites me to go on a road trip
with her and we end up in Texas. I realize that I have to buy a new
pair of pants as my old pants are filthy! I think she invites me also
to platonically share her bed or something. In the dream it happens
kind of off-stage, but it is still very nice and intimate and
nurturing even though as an experience it is kind of not. Soon we
arrived in Texas, after some somewhat harrowing driving experiences.
We watch a big SUV driving along the top of a big dropoff to just
barely merge into traffic ahead of a whole bunch of people, including
us, who are all stopped in traffic. We find a parking spot in Texas,
which is a tree-lined suburban sort of place. Spinner has a meeting
and I go to the bathroom in the same building. When I emerge I hear
the sound of a crowd of Texans jeering at a man who lives in a small
cooler, very similar to the little brother in 'Basket Case'. As I
emerge under the trees I notice the wizened arm reaching out from
inside the cooler. A crowd of folks are sitting around in this little
arena-like city park area. Some have brought with them lawn chairs and
towels & blankets to sit on. I find an empty spot and sit down. I
guess I feel rather like a tourist in some barbaric land who doesn't
want to interfere with the native customs, like the Prime Directive in
Star Trek. Eventually Spinner emerges from the building and I join her
there. Then I wake up.

So to me this dream is a bit abstruse, however I think the part of me
that is portrayed by Spinner exemplifies power in the world that still
honors it's roots as a spiritual being, as she is a leader in the
eclectic spiritual community I am part of, and also seems to be
effective in the mundane world as well. This week I am launching my
business as a hypnotherapist, and I am having some trouble with
motivation. I don't have much. But I am doing it anyway, and later I
will deal with those feelings. Otherwise I will get nothing
accomplished. Maybe my feelings are the kid in the cooler and the
jeering Texans are oh heck I dunno....

Hey Nemea-babe,

Thank you for sending this!  I always like reading dreams, especially when I
show up in them.  Thanks for coming along on the road trip; sounds like it
was quite an adventure....  My thoughts or questions, if it were my dream,
would run along the lines of "what part of me is stuck in a box, on ice, in
the cooler, that is starting to come out?"  "what part of me is jeering at
the part of myself that is reaching for freedom?"  "what part of me is
riding on the edge to get ahead?"  stuff like that...

Anyhow, all is well here.  I got in from Denmark last night, and head out to
Boston to see my family this evening, zoomzoom.  Never boring, I'll tell you
that.

Sending you love...


Spinsister,  



  Wow! Hope your travel goes well, and your time with your family is
heart-full! Don't forget to breathe!



   Yup, those are pretty much the questions that come to mind. Right
now I am focusing a lot of energy on the launch of my Hypnotherapy
practice as I have begun to share an office with a wonderful woman
named Maya Bailey, who has generously offered to give me free coaching
as part of my rental agreement. How sweet is that! In addition I am
participating in a class called "Conscious Bookkeeping" that's all
about developing a positive relationship with money & finance.
Also, I am going to be getting involved in Toastmasters, and two local
networking groups. Whew! So I am kind of giving myself an intensive.
This is all about going in the direction of most resistance, so it's
not surprising that I would have such a dream. 



  I think what is in the cooler is the part of me that is assertive in
the world, is visible in the communities I am part of, is a Mover and a
Shaker (where have I heard that phrase before), but who feels very
embryonic, not-yet-formed, and very disconnected (gestating in a
cooler, for crying out loud), but in order to achieve a distinct shape,
must first emerge as he is now. The jeering mob is the complacent part
of me that has internalized the opression I experienced as a child from
my peers. Or perhaps it is a past life memory of the experience I might
have had just before being burned at the stake. Whatever it was, that's
how it feels. So I can shift this by enlisting this group of people to
appreciate and support this new emerging form, so that he can feel
welcomed into the world.



   I love the idea of hypnotherapy so much, and I think I am pretty
good at it, and I also have a longing to work with groups as a teacher,
but the whole thing about using words to create extemporaneously
terrifies me. I feel embarassed and sure to be ridiculed, as this was
my early experience in the collective. I was always sticking my foot in
my mouth and getting zapped for it. 



   The thing about the kid in the cooler is that he is not very verbal,
to say the least, but he is very embryonic. Who knows what he could
become? As a massage therapist I worked masterfully to facilitate
healing through touch. I didn't have to talk much. I could just give
presence and hold that space even during client catharsis. This was
practically effortless for me, mentally, emotionally, but my body let
me know it was time for a change. 

  In a session I received in Hypnotherapy school, I very strongly
linked that body feeling of giving a really great massage into the
experience of giving Hypnotherapy. It is really very similar work
through a different medium. I am still a healer! 



   So now a new adventure!  Thanks so much for coming along!



Love & Hugs,

~Nemea

My web site is back up:

http://home.comcast.net/~nemea/



http://www.drmayabailey.com/



http://www.consciousbookkeeping.com/