I dreamt I was cleaning out two old houses where I once lived. In real life, I did not live in either of the two houses, but that’s how it goes in the dream world. The primary image of this dream is finding a wall with pushpins of special jewelry, a silver cross, a couple of turquoise pendant necklaces hanging down. I reach for the cross, under thick blobs of stingy cobwebs, and they get onto my face. “EWWW!” I woke with a gasp, feeling gross and icky.
Maybe I can interpret these images to help me understand my behavior.
I had the dream, start with that truth. The two houses were cluttered with my past. There is a need to clean up messes I left behind.
I reach into cobwebs to pick up a silver cross, because it matters more than the other jewelry left behind. There is a sense of time passing. I recognize the effort of spiders who build the webs. Time, history, effort, what’s worth catching, or keeping?
I can clean out cobwebs. I can take another look at what faith means.
I call myself an Episcopalian. I trust Jesus as a primary teacher, and I go to church. I say the Lord’s Prayer and mean it. I want to forgive those who trespass against me.
Faith seems more like a doorway I pass through, to get to forgiveness. I can clean up my past, simplify my life, and behave with Christian principles of love and tolerance. I trust my dreams to help me grow.