Lately I have been remembering my dreams, which is not like me. Even more curious is the frequency of them happing. Something is trying to get through to me.  What is most exciting is the premonition I have had all month of ‘something coming’. For a week I have felt like Merlin expecting someone to drop in for tea. I admit I don’t know “whom to expect” for tea, but I imagined it would be something very important.  And then the dream work started.

I write down what I can remember, which are bits and fragments of previous dream times back in the mid-90s, when so much of my life was in transition.

Briefly: there is an image of a Great Painter creating an image on a large white canvas, only to be dismayed at finding something in The Painting he did not plan being there. There is a struggle to remove the matter. This results in Painter having despair and burning The Painting in order to destroy both the Painter and the marred creation. There is some sort of unexpected transition,  and something else emerges from the ashes.

I have an accordion file of important papers. Tonight I was driven to search it. There! On a scrap of 81/2 x 11 paper are the sketches of a story or fable I made from dream work in 1992. The theme and images are identical – the Painter, the faulty creation, the destruction and the unexpected metamorphosis.  20 years later, repeating itself.

I will apply Active Imagination to these notes and dream sketches. I will expand it into a story.

I hope the final creation is just as exciting as these primordial ur-texts.

When the story is formed, I will post it.

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