Monday, April 27, 2009

A Wasps' Nest

A night of uncomfortable dreams, only one of which I remember in any detail, and one other only in broad outline. The latter had to do with discovering, to my huge sadness and pain, that what I had imagined to be the love of my young life turned out to have been an illusion. Where I had thought to play an important role in the life of the object of my passion, I discovered in some way that I had meant nothing to her--that she scarcely even remembered me. I woke in the middle of the night in great despair...

I do recall some detail from later dream, closer to morning time. It found me clearing out a big storage tank of old stuff--things that had been thrown there higgledy-piggledy over the years and left neglected. The huge metal container, incidentally, was also filled with icy water: to reach the objects at the bottom would require climbing down into the water and bringing them out.

I had two assistants for the unenviable task. One of them I recognized as Daniel, my real-life assistant, who however played no major role in the dream. The other was a bright young woman whose identity was unknown to me.

We retrieved as much as we could without actually climbing down into the tank, and I realized that I could not ask my helpers to do the really awful part, climbing into the cold water. I was not even sure what was down there at the bottom, trash or treasure, but I prepared myself for the shock of the cold and stepped down into the tank--which mysteriously, but thankfully, was suddenly empty of the water I had feared. Instead, though, I began to notice something worse...

Wasps. (They're called yellowjackets by most people over here, but I have always called them wasps.) At first just a few of them, buzzing loudly. But then more and more. "Oh my God!" I yelled. "Oh my God!" And Daniel was asking me what was the matters. "Wasps," I said. I realized I had climbed down into a wasps' nest.

I needed help. The wasps were now swarming over me. I felt a thousand of them, glommed on to my lower back like a brace. More and more of them. At my request, the girl assistant swung open the top to the adjacent tank--these things were like dumpsters--to let the wasps escape, but they started swarming over her, gathering her mouth. She was panicked. "I can't speak," she started to say--but soon the wasps had covered her entire mouth, sealing it closed...

At which point I woke. I usually have some sense of what a dream could mean, but this one has me totally bewildered. Could it be connected to the earlier dream, when I had felt so rejected? What was Daniel doing there? And who was this young girl? I know that I have recently been rummaging among old memories, which may well be represented by all that stuff at the bottom of the tank. Intriguing, though...

4 comments:

They call him James Ure said...

Wow, those sound stressful and quite awful. I have really bad nightmare almost every night. I don't always remember the events but I do the icky feelings.

I had one last night that was about unrequited love. It reminded me and replayed a very horrible and depressing pattern for me of being ignored time and time again by girls.

Anyway, I hope that the negative feelings clear out for you soon.

I call them wasps too by the way.

mandt said...

And to think that we put Iraqi prisoners in dark boxes filled with insects to torture them. Your dream reveals the truth.

roger said...

you do have vivid dreams. i can hardly remember anything of mine.

Pete Hoge said...

Sounds like you have rich subconscious mind...you pay attention mindfully to it and it
responds.

This dialogue leads to growth
right?

Pete.