reaching into cobwebs can be creepy

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.