I had a dream...

I have had a very active dream life lately, lots of strange occurrences in them. Today I woke up from a dream where I lived in an underwater cave. it was kind of like a spy lair, but nowhere near as exciting. I was hosting a tea party for a stuffed rabbit. I honestly wish that I was making that up. Best dream in the past week-ish was definitely the most symbolic.

I was in this long hallway that had no windows, and no doors. Behind me was nothing but darkness, but I was walking forward into some sort of light. It got brighter and brighter as I went on. Finally it got so bright I had to put my arm over my eyes to try to shield myself from its brightness. As I continued to walk blindly forward I felt a warm breeze against my body. So I took my arm down and looked around at my surroundings. I was in this gazebo type structure, in fact it was almost more house like except there was no furniture and no walls, only base poles which held up the roof above me. Set before me were two sets of luggage set in front of two very different paths. One set was a very trendy luggage set, and the path it was in front of would lead me down to the most beautiful beach I have ever seen. The water was so vividly blue-green that it could only be imagined in a dream. It was completely flat, except for the tiny waves softly lapping the shore. Everything was so serene. The other set of luggage was actually this rucksack type backpack thing. It wasn't very big, but it still looked like it might get pretty heavy. The path it was set in front of led out to a dessert. Dry, cracked ground and dead trees included. Everything was so dry and dead looking. But it was still kind of beautiful. Even though the choice seemed so obvious, I could not force myself down that beach path. So I sat down where I was looking back and forth between the contrasting scenes, trying to reach a decision. As I sat there, a storm started to roll into the dessert scene, and the waves slowly started to grow on the beach scene. At that precise moment I stood and slung the rucksack over my back and set off into the desert scene. As I walked into it, the skies opened up and it started to pour down on everything. I somehow remained dry as I followed where my feet were taking me. As I walked along everything around me, the ground and dead trees, started to show signs of life - everything was slowly becoming green. I walked on for a while as everything around me began to bloom and take on new life. In the distance ahead of me I could see the glisten of sun on water, even though it was still raining the sun started to shine on everything. Knowing that this water ahead was my destination I kept on trudging towards it, though it couldn't be called trudging because my steps felt lighter than air. Despite no physical strain I started to grow a little tired, and I was getting hungry. I sat down right where I was as soon as I thought that I was getting tired any hungry, there wasn't even a brief instant between the thoughts and my pausing. I took my pack off of my back and opened it up. Inside I saw I canteen of water, what looked like a loaf of honey wheat bread, and some sort of spread to put on the bread. I took it out and feasted on what I imagine must taste like clouds, it was so sweet and filling at the same time it quenched a hunger I hadn't even known I had mere moments before. The water was the most refreshing liquid to have ever touched my lips, I drank and drank of the canteen yet it never grew empty. Once I had had my fill of the bread and water I was ready to take a rest. I looked inside my pack and waiting for me was a blanket and a pillow. I was not cold, so I laid the blanket out on the ground and laid my head upon the most heavenly soft yet firm pillow. I rolled onto my side as I fell into a slumber. When I woke I was on my back being lowered into this warm darkness. As I was being lowered images of the two original scenes flashed through my mind, only this time they were reversed. I saw myself standing in front of the beach scene with my pack on my back looking across at what used to be the beach scene, but now it was that same dry, dead, dessert with the trendy luggage still set in front of it where it would stand utterly useless until the end of time. After these images flashed through my mind I looked up. All around an opening of light above me were the faces of what must have been everyone I have ever known in my life. All of these faces were smiling, and I knew that they were smiling at me and because of me. I was happy that they all were so happy, but I was even more happy because of how content I was. I knew that I made the right decisions. Then I woke up...

Did I mention that this dream was symbolic? Oh, I did. Okay good because it was so symbolic. I feel like it really represents where I am at in life right now. I have these options before me, knowing that some appear to be so east at first and that clearly seem like the right choices to make, but will only make me perish. Not necessarily a physical death, but a death of my spirit and of my hopes and dreams and goals. I have to take the harder path, and as I tread through that path I will make the things that are meant for me work. In the end, I know that it's the only way I can be truly happy and stay true to myself. I know that by making myself happy, I will make all those around me truly happy too.
I don't want to down play the significance of the storm once I set out upon my chosen path. I feel that this was super important. The way I have interpreted it is this - Any path that I choose right now is going to present me with difficulties at first, but if I am doing what my heart truly desires then I won't mind going through the troubles. I will see all my desires and goals start slowly coming to fruition over time. I just have to be patient as I go on my path, I'll get to the end at some point. I'll get to that ocean in front of me, and when I get there it will be even more smooth and serene than the other path I could have chosen. Having everything I needed there in the pack with me, is symbolic of when I chose the path I am meant for, when I chose the path that is most right for me then I will always have everything I need to provide for myself because it is there inside of me. I think that because the pack and necessities inside are so simple yet so fulfilling, I have finally fully decided that I don't desire materialistic things in life. I just want to be doing what makes me happy. Having the beginning choices flash through my head really show what I believe when it comes to life long fulfillment and happiness. I got to be set back there, exactly where I was in the beginning but I knew that I wouldn't change a thing. I would not chose the original beach scene if I had it all to do over again. I don't think the fact that I didn't actually reach that other body of water plays into anything. In my dream I wasn't worried that I didn't reach, I felt like I knew I had reached it and because I was standing directly in front of it during the flash of scene reversal I knew that I had.
The very beginning of the dream, when I was walking out of the darkness seems to simply signify my becoming conscious of all this. I think the fact that it became so bright is nothing more than me becoming infallibly aware that a choice needs to be made, and I have everything that I already need to make it. I just need to make that step out into the desert wilderness and make everything happen. You can't imagine how awake I felt when I woke up from this dream. This analysis cam through out the week, as I pondered upon this dream of all dreams. All my really symbolic dreams always involve the beach, this one held true to course.

I really believe that Australia is my wilderness. Why else would I have a dream like this so shortly after deciding upon going?