When dreams repeat themselves over several nights, it makes me pay attention a little better than normal to those fleeting subconscious wanderings.
The past week I’ve dreamt multiple times about packing. I’m talking about stuffing things frantically into a duffle bag, or throwing things together haphazardly into a suitcase. One dream had me zipping shut all sorts of temporary containers to take with me somewhere and I needed to hurry it up, too. I never knew where I might be going, or what I should bring with me. The only commonality in all the dreams was a sort of desperation or panic to get it done quickly and don’t forget anything important.
I let these dreams haunt my daytimes a bit and didn’t like where my personal interpretations took me, so I thought I’d consult some dream imagery sources. Seems logical to gather some information, right?
The common thread in the different places that I researched said this about dreaming of repeatedly packing represents:
- Uncertainty or chaotic changes in your life.
- Your feelings about being weighed down by endless responsibilities or expectations.
- The need to establish some kind of order in our lives
- A need for greater organization in your waking life.
- Feeling unprepared for the challenges that you are facing.
- An unsuccessful attempt to deal with far too much in your waking life.
- Something definitely overwhelms you at the moment.
- You are juggling too many things and situations.
- You are carrying too many burdens.
- A warning to relax and let go.
- Somebody is pushing you to take more responsibility;
That all sounded fairly accurate in describing how I’ve been feeling lately. I find that fascinating. How do my dreams know to go there?
Would you like a cup of irony to go with my dream interpretation?
At the beginning of the year I made a short note to myself that reads as follows:
If ever I wondered what I wanted out of the year 2016 it could be found on this tiny list. The key word here, in case you missed it: simplify.
One reason I stopped making resolutions years ago lies in the FACT that as soon as I set myself a goal the oppositional forces in the universe unite to make certain I do not achieve what I set out for myself.
What is that all about? And do I sound a little paranoid? Well, so be it. I probably am.
I’ve had some great inspirational moments of clarity in how I could simplify my life so it feels more focused, less scattered and crazy. And yet, those few moments have been overwhelmingly done in by a giant tsunami of requests, additional to-do list items, a change in responsibilities, an inability on my part to say no, and personal lack of organizational skills and lack of self-discipline.
Chaos. Responsibility. Expectations.
How do I pack all that into neat little containers? How do I corral the wild horses, tame the unruly strands of unfinished things to do?
I own and have read dozens of books of bringing order into chaos. I know the three bin method. I’ve spent days and weeks packing and unpacking an entire household countless, (okay, seventeen) times. You’d think by this time in my life I’d have my act together, I’d have reached some point of calm. Balance should have settled into my life.
Apparently that isn’t how it works. At least it hasn’t for me, so far.
I’ve been reading a book that a friend recommended on organizing. I don’t think it’ll save my life or change it completely, but perhaps it’ll throw me a life-preserver.
Here’s part of what I think my dreams mean, according to the book of Kami.
What I really want to do is pack one small suitcase and disappear from all my responsibilities and to-do lists. I want to say, “NO!” to every request. Could I deliver myself to some unknown place where no one recognizes or notices me and just, I don’t know, sit and read, walk in the woods, sleep, ride my bike, bask in the sun? Could I find out what a life with no expectations from others feels like?
That’s about as likely as me winning a lottery, which I don’t play.
I’d probably get bored really quickly, no doubt. I know running away isn’t a solution, but something extreme seems necessary to achieve some balance to the shoal of chaos that my life has shipwrecked on.
I think I need a nap now.
“Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.” ~ Confucius
Sometimes, it’s really hard to get from complicated to simple.