A fly in the ear.
I dreamt that a large, fly-like insect had partially entered my right ear.
It was the most disgusting thing to semi-experience. I say 'semi-experience' because it felt like much more than a dream. It was as though I was hovering above my body, and watching it happen in real-time... this repulsive thing half slithered inside my ear.
I focused, seized, and pulled it right out.
It was so graphic and disturbing... and I seldom have such 'dreams,' that I felt compelled to share it, as a heads-up. As a caution toward the things that we allow into our ears.
The fly was a metaphor for filthy (as in foul and rotten) thoughts and ideas.
The fly was neither Democrat, nor Republican.
The fly was a terrible amalgamation of things that oppose life: despair, rage, isolation, hatred, division, disease, fear. All these things are flying around, looking for ears to drop their nasty eggs inside.
I don't propose ear-muffs, or walking around with our hands over our ears in avoidance of reality... but we CAN decide what kind of ecosystem will breed and grow inside our head, despite the appearance of things outside.
That was the message of the dream.
Sleep well. Wake well.
It was the most disgusting thing to semi-experience. I say 'semi-experience' because it felt like much more than a dream. It was as though I was hovering above my body, and watching it happen in real-time... this repulsive thing half slithered inside my ear.
I focused, seized, and pulled it right out.
It was so graphic and disturbing... and I seldom have such 'dreams,' that I felt compelled to share it, as a heads-up. As a caution toward the things that we allow into our ears.
The fly was a metaphor for filthy (as in foul and rotten) thoughts and ideas.
The fly was neither Democrat, nor Republican.
The fly was a terrible amalgamation of things that oppose life: despair, rage, isolation, hatred, division, disease, fear. All these things are flying around, looking for ears to drop their nasty eggs inside.
I don't propose ear-muffs, or walking around with our hands over our ears in avoidance of reality... but we CAN decide what kind of ecosystem will breed and grow inside our head, despite the appearance of things outside.
That was the message of the dream.
Sleep well. Wake well.