Book Publishing Dream

Somewhere I see an advertisement for a 4th of July party celebration of independence/freedom on a hill sensate place to access intuitive or higher consciousness in the middle of a large property in nature greater authenticity. I think “I know that hill. It’s near the Pedernales River.” A river running through the hill country of Texas, outside of Austin. It curves like a snake(healing, alchemical changes in the psyche, a shamanic quality). I love this river and have fond memories of slalom skiing it with my ex-husband just after meeting and falling in love with him. I also think that the party is being sponsored by the military.

The border guards of my psyche are supporting and celebrating my self’s change and shift to access and flow with greater intuition, consciousness and the freedom that comes with this. Yeay!

So, in the daylight, consciousness I visit the hill and sure enough, it is the place I thought it was. I leave the hill. I’m traveling through this dream thus far as though I am an observer. I observe that the scene and surrounding areas are rural, and I’m making my way down the road, encountering an old house or historical building parts of my psyche in need of attention or restoration along the way, until I come to an intersection or crossroads. I’ve not seen any cars yet. But, in my position of overseeing, Karl an ex-boyfriend who I believe has strong linear, analytical personality qualities, and whose essence I feel is more aligned with nature than being comfortable in mainstream or conventional existence is coming up the road toward me, seemingly from the south the sensate. He is dragging a broom a tool used to clean/purify foundations and what we stand upon behind him. Someone on his left toward the unconscious and to the west in logic, linear, mathematical space who I cannot see, beckons him. So he drops the broom in the middle of the crossroads, the handle pointing north, and he heads toward the person who has summoned him.

As I consciously recognize the ability to access higher realms, I am at a crossroads in life where I can make some choices regarding aspects of the psyche are in need of attention and restoration. The self is being called to clean up some unconscious past issues coming from the sensate with regards to how I think and analyze in the linear world.

At first I think, “That’s just like him to leave the broom in the middle of the road. He’s done this before.” And I also think it could be problematic for motorists. Then I think, “Oh, it’s OK. I’m not worried.” And, sure enough, along comes a car, and it drives in a way that straddles the broom. Then, two more cars do the same thing. They are all driving from south to north.

Three drives, or what is driving the self, three, representing a forward progression of movement, an adaptation, possibly what emerges from sitting in the fire -- heading from the sensate south to north toward the intuitive and ability to project into the future.

I am in a quaint town now. It’s main street is populated with small gift-type stores places where to acquire gifts. I am with a male unconscious focused attention aspect and female unconscious diffused attention aspect - three of us again friend and we are trying to get a book knowledge, programs, thinking functions published made public/brought into awareness. It is a large book of paintings and illustrations frozen displays of programs by a deceased male artist masculine program that has already died. The images are very colorful and diverse, and some have sexual overtones in abstract and impressionistic ways displaying frozen programs centered around abstractions (thoughts, thinking) and impressions, some around integrations that are not clear, more fuzzy. We also have a cover to the book puts the programs into a container(?) that we want to use too. We seem not to be getting too much interest as we shop the project around. Then we state “It’s a book by Somerset Maughan” who wrote one of my favorite classics, The Razor’s Edge about a man who foregoes success in the material world to seek enlightenment, kind of like a more modern-day Siddhartha. Also could be referring to Occam Razor, meaning look at the obvious: the edge of a razor which could be dangerous, and it also cuts through the crap. This is also a wobble in that Somerset Maugham was a writer, and not an illustrator, to my knowledge. I’ve always considered myself more of a writer, and a wannabe painter. We find a shop to handle the cover and another to produce the book. While we are shopping for publishers, I am also looking at other items in these stores, and finding some really interesting clothing that I don’t buy, like baby clothes former ways of thinking I have outgrown. One piece that catches my eye in particular is an electric green vibrant growth one-piece the self, the one that almost looks like a costume.

Both male and female aspects are present as a frozen, hard-copyesque masculine program, maybe very engrained, has dies, transmuted; possibly relating to giving up past successful persona in exchange for vibrant, authentic growth.

Overall, I feel my dream-maker is validating that my psyche has undergone some alchemical changes, resulting in shedding light on an entire book of old programs, shifting me from more linear into less linear and structured ways of being. Moving me more toward my intuitive nature and way of being, which has gifts to offer, and my psyche's borderguards are happy about this, as am I.