Behind the Green Door

The direction that was provided for the starting point of our dream was to walk along a city street until you reach the place where there was a wall hiding what was inside.  As I walk along the wall, there will be a green door.  Enter through that green door and your dream will begin.

As soon as I closed the door behind me, I discovered a multitude of roads, all leading places but I couldn’t see where they led. I stood for a while trying to decide which path to walk along and feeling frustrated that I couldn’t see far enough, finally flew to the top of the tallest tree and looked over to see all the paths. I could see a much larger number of them but still couldn’t make a decision, so I dropped back down to the Earth. I thought maybe if I followed the roots under the Earth I could better decide because I couldn’t see anything living to tell me that I should follow it. I didn’t see any birds or any walking or running animals, which I often would look to when I needed direction. I thought I might try one or two of the paths to see if they led anyplace interesting.  I remembered that part of the instruction before entering this dream was to learn something about my present life and what changes should be made to be more.  More what? More productive?  Happier?  More involved?  MORE WHAT?

I couldn’t see that following any particular path had any relationship to my current life?  Was I doing this wrong?  Finally decided to just go along any path till there was something meaningful.  First, the road turned into a path through a forest.  I tried asking the trees where I should go, but they had no advice, and even they didn’t know why there were no birds or animals and in general, they were very unhelpful.    The path abruptly turned into a paved street that led to apartment buildings and then to suburban houses.  Once again, there were no signs of life.  I had almost decided that I was wasting my time, there was nothing to be learned here.  Where was the insight this exercise was supposed to teach me? 

Feeling certain there was something in the directions I missed, I was about to wake up when there was the sound of voices.  At this point, I was passing through a park, and I decided to sit on a bench and see if anyone walked past.  Maybe the voices would come close enough for me to actually hear what they were saying.  Wait a minute - not understanding speech is one of my current problems.  But that was physical not psychic or spiritual, wasn’t it?  Maybe there was something more happening than I realized. 

The instructions, for this journey, were to follow the path which began to take on a new meaning.  Should I continue moving, or sit down and figure this out?  Could I make decisions while dreaming? I didn’t think so, yet I stood and began moving closer to where the voices seemed to be coming from.  I think I flew up to locate the speakers and saw the most amazing sight.  There were some of my power/spirit animals, the red ant, the eagle and a unicorn having a discussion about ME.  Was I supposed to hear this?  The teacher had very specifically told us to dream a solution to what we needed to change in our lives.  While simultaneously being in the dream and observing myself in the dream, I decided I’d better listen to this conversation.  There seemed to be an argument going on.  My unicorn thought I’d be happier if I didn’t work so hard at finding solutions. The eagle disagreed. “Problem solving is who she is in this lifetime.  If she doesn’t do that, she will have abandoned her purpose.”  Unicorn argued back, “She’s gotten physically older and weaker.  Her present life needs less pressure.  She needs to rest and enjoy her life now.”  Red ant piped in, “No, she’s too isolated, and she’ll become reclusive if she doesn’t become more active.”

Finally, I understood why I was having this dream.  My present life and the choices to be made were clear.  And they were my choices—not forced on me by the world outside, although, if I chose to allow it, the world would set up the circumstances for the rest of my life.  I had to decide and my power animals, wo are “my healing guides, were trying to show me the consequences of each possible choice.

“Bam. Bam,” loud drumming started which was to tell the class that we needed to exit the green door and return to our physical lives.  I wandered back down the path to the green door and into my living room once again.  What had I learned?  What are my choices and how will I integrate them?  While my mind is very active and my heart wants to create, socialize and do so many things, my body is tired and not always so willing. The choices are still mine and that alone, is empowering and uplifting.  I wonder what other lessons are behind the green door…