In December 1984, I was on the threshold of a new adventure. I was about to leave my old life behind, forever. This is the analysis of a dream I had on the night of the 4th.
Having learned all the spiritual theory, I’m trying to file the esoteric information into my subconscious mind, but discover that there is a ‘false front’ there. (This is my own false front, as I’ve been trying to lead the perfect life: family man, honest banker, all-round ‘good guy’.) When I pulled the false front out, the ‘straight pins’ went flying. (I am a Sagittarius Rising individual, a ‘straight-shooter’ — teller of truth.) I ‘slip’ and my feminine (left hand) side is pricked with the pins. (Freudian ‘slip’ of the tongue?)
My outburst of temper is uncharacteristic for me. It demonstrates the level of frustration with my life at that time. (My wife, Suzann, and our girls had moved to England at the end of September and I was financing the move by remaining in work for the ensuing five months.)
But I’d had enough with the ‘goody-two-shoes’ persona I’d adopted. The ‘real’ me wanted some true expression of my inner self. (Up until then, I’d been totally faithful to my wife, but that was about to change.)
The descriptions of the seven ‘animas’ are totally accurate: I’d had hints of attraction to each type for years, but had not acted upon the impulses. Most men don’t have this dilemma, as they usually find their ‘mate’ and stick with that person for the rest of their lives. (It was suggested at one point, although I can’t remember precisely when, that relationships with these women were the result of promises that I’d made in previous lives: was I to fulfil all these promises in this single life?)
The snow scene outside was a reminder of my life in Ontario: we’d been living in BC for several years by this time, and there weren’t too many snow days during those years. As luck would have it, we then lived in England in Torquay, South Devon (known as the English Riviera) and snow was infrequent there, too — it snowed twice in twenty years. The snow had the significance of leaving tire tracks which could be traced to where I’d been, and as a result, I did experience that image later, after this dream, so this was a bit precognitive.
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