This morning, I turned around and found myself face to face with a lion. We looked directly into each other’s eyes for a moment and then I woke up.
In the past, I would not have bothered to write down such a flimsy snippet. Over the years, however, I have learned that such fragments can be precious, pearl like gems emerging from the sea of dreams.
When I have paused to review my dream journals, patterns have emerged, stringing these pearl like fragments together to reveal the beginnings of new growth, the presence of healing energies and fresh insights which have helped me tremendously in waking life.
I have to agree with Jeremy Taylor, D.Min, when he says that “ALL dreams, (from the tiniest fugitive fragment to the 25 page epic with many illustrations), have multiple levels and layers of meaning and implication.”
So now, as I am going through menopause and find my dream recall decreasing, I am all the more grateful for precious dream fragments like this one of looking directly into the eyes of a lion and being seen by him. I am struck by the fact that neither of us are afraid of each other. This is something new. What courage and strength are entering my life as I transition to the next stage?