The Dream
I'm in a cemetry attending a funeral. I'm not sure whose it is. But it's definitely not my mother's as she was there.
Alive and well. We leave the funeral and head back to an old house which is unfurnished and cold.
There is no food there. I leave my mom there and head out to a supermarket of some sort to shop for food.
I then find myself shopping while holding a baby in my hand. The supermarket is run by young people They play rock music too loudly for a supermarket and seem to be having a good time. I keep losing the baby. Putting it down and forgetting where i put it. I select two items and head to the check out counter where i'm told one the item, looks like a a loaf of bread, is too expensive. I yell at the check out girl i don't want the loaf of bread, and then realize i've lost the baby again. Thankfully i find the baby and but then decide i can't leave my mother in an empty house, so i hurry back and bring her home to my current house which is equiped with all the amenities.
My Analysis
The funeral depicts my inauthentic self. The self that has been conditioned by parents, culture and environment to survive by whatever means necessary. It is a frightened angry thing which i'm realizing is not my true identity. My mother played an important role in it's formation. I take her to a barren place because i'm not able to confront nor integrate her influences into my consciousness. The baby is my authentic self.
The essential soul that exists before the conditioning, before the formation. I am alone responsible for that self's well being and am constantly abandoning it in favor to the illusory comfort of the false self. The supermarket is filled with food, music and youthful energy which symbolizes the wisdom, creativity and vitality that nurtures the soul. There is a high price to pay for these things. It is the price of freedom. I balk at paying that price. Finaly, i retrieve my mother and bring her back to the nice house, which means i'm ready to bring her influance into my life up to a conscious level.
Conclusion
My wakeful thinking is not drenched in metaphor, therefore the dream must have originated from eternal source of compassionate wisdom, or i shouldn't indulge in 3 tablets of antibiotic with espresso before i got to sleep.
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