Beeping

It was the beep of the text message that woke me at 7 this morning. My friend was off on a sunny rafting trip. Seven isn't very early compared to what I was waking to for awhile. And now as I type this, it's the beeping of the garbage truck that comes early in the morning. And since it is a condo parking lot, he is backing so carefully and beeping all the way, and his breaks squeak. I should tell him to fix that. That's what I've done this life, tell people to do something about the things that annoy me. How about not being annoyed in the first place?

I've read that we can do work on ourselves through our dreams. When we go to bed at night, just relax and think about what we want to know and what we want to have fixed. There will be images that come that will answer our question or fix our problem. We should watch closely and act on what is presented. A woman who wrote a book on following the dream said, if the toilet is plugged, use the toilet plunger, if someone draws a sword on you, don't run, fight back. These things will fix personality foibles, strengthening the character.

For years I dreamed about dogs chasing me and biting my hands. I'd just barely get away from them, dive behind something or into a room, slamming the door in their snarling faces. Years and years of this nightmare and then finally the dogs were chained. I could observe them and not be as frightened. And then at last, a dog ran up to me and I could pet him. I'd also been bitten by dogs in the outer world. I was terrified of them. But through these series of dreams, I became unafraid. Now dogs run up to me and lie down at me feet, wiggling joyously.

I haven't remembered a dream in a few days. I'm not worried about this—they'll be back. And I'll share them with you when they come. Ciao!