Transitional phases of life bring dreams which reflect our changing patterns of thinking. These can be confusing in waking life and our dreams come to help us sort out the changes. Today’s dreamer has recently closed down a long-standing private practice and is, in her words, “trying to find [her] way” in retirement.
Retirement is exciting and scary at the same time. For me, the timing was perfect – I was ready to close my business and shift into a more free-flowing style of life. Or at least I think I am – the transition is not as simple as I thought: I was extremely disciplined for many years! I feel pretty sure this dream is about my “new life” but don’t know why it made me so mad!
In the dream I am teaching a yoga class in a large barn-like studio. The class is very full. I start with leg lifts to connect core with breath. I often do this, but the class members act like it’s weird and dumb. I go to help Diane – an emotional and needy student – and as I do the class gets very chatty and I lose their attention. They are not following my directions and I am frustrated by this.
Then, out of nowhere, three women waltz across the floor, right through the middle of the class! They are in loose flowing gowns, beautiful and spirit-like, but they are not appropriate for my yoga class. I yell. I get mean. But nothing changes. There is a file cabinet with envelops that have teachers’ names on them, but I don’t have one. What am I supposed to do? Make one?
Students are walking out and I hear them say, “I thought she was supposed to be such a good teacher.”
At Loose Ends
Dear Loose Ends,
Having spent the bulk of your working life in a self-controlled and systematic atmosphere, it is understandable that you are looking forward to a change of attitude and structure. Your dreaming self presents you with the metaphor of teaching the discipline of yoga to the part of you that no longer wants to pay attention to such things. Your newly retired, freer self is easily distracted and even disrespectful of the restrained practice that was once so central to your way of being. You no longer have the credentials to operate in that arena – no name on the envelop.
But when the looser, more free-flowing part of you waltzes through the middle of the scene, you are taken aback. Your former mode of operating – the more rigid disciplinarian – may yell and be mean, trying to deny access to the free spirit, but it is unfazed. Let yourself unwind a bit, Dear Dreamer. Relax into your new world. Or – recreate a retirement duplicate of your working life.
Sweet Dreams to You!