Dream: Scattering the Seeds

The first thing I thought of, was the White Tree of Gondor ;)

The birds are interesting. On the one hand, if the birds consume the seeds, at first you'd think there's no chance of having more trees coming out of them. But then one thinks that after the birds fly away, the natural process of digestion will allow the seeds to take root in faraway places. So the birds are OK. But the mouse? the mouse is the Trickster, dude :P

Iron shower? that's the XXth century, amigo! nothing but a shower of concrete and steel upon our weary world.

If this was my dream, I'd think: You're at the edge - where city transitions into wild. City=Logos, Wild= Sophia. The edges of consciousness, where the known transitions into unknown. 'You want' to hit the trail, but your real Will is into spreading 'seeds' instead.

The rest depends on want 'tree' and 'seed' and 'path' mean to you. If the 'path' is paranormal experience, perhaps you're at a decision point (spreading seeds - DG? - in the meantime). Maybe you can 're-enter' that scenario with meditation and get your answer.

I dreamed a similar scenario again last night, so my subconscious is definitely trying to tell me something! Alas, I'm pretty slow on the logos side, and my eros self must be facepalming right now.

In my dream, I started out in my old university dorm. Everyone was being told to meet "near the tennis courts" for an announcement. When I went outside, I was no longer on campus, but back in the town I grew up in. It was night, no one around, and I thought at first I was sleep walking. I was near the tennis complex -- in the waking world, this is located next to a creek and park, with a swing bridge. In my dream, I walked to the bridge. The trees along the banks of the creek were primeval, old growth forest. It was still night, but light enough to see. I could hear birds and wildlife. It felt very serene. I decided to cross the bridge, something I enjoyed doing when I was a kid growing up in the area. I stopped halfway, admired the forest, the creek, the night life -- I felt very content, at home, standing there at the halfway point on the swing bridge, the creek flowing beneath me. I then continued to cross to the other side... but confronting me was pitch-black darkness, an expanse of nothingness. I became hesitant, feeling that I shouldn't continue without being able to see, so I went back to the other side of the bridge where the forest was.

Dreams that make you go hrmm!

A week after I posted this, I met Mark Ryan, creator of the Wildwood Tarot. Mark created a bow-and-arrow spread for this deck, and as I was discussing this with him he remarked, "You should take up archery." It wasn't an afterthought suggestion, he said it in a way that meant I really need to take up archery as a hobby, as if he'd had a flash of insight into a possible future path. He didn't elaborate any further.

I was immediately reminded of this dream involving the mythological tree -- mythological heroes had cut branches from this tree and made bows from it. "But," I thought to my dream self, "it's the wrong kind of tree to make a bow from."

Since then, I've casually looked online for archery clubs I can join, but I've been a little disappointed. Most have photos of people holding Rambo bows, monstrous mechanical contraptions with wheels and cogs. This turns me off, I'm interested in simple, traditional archery. Kyudo (Japanse archery) or Gungdo (Korean) would be ideal, it involves meditation and a focus on the spirit and mind rather than big fancy bows. I'd really enjoy medieval archery, either European or Asian -- but I can't find any clubs that practice it in Melbourne. And this may be the significance of my dream tree -- European/Asian traditions feel out of place in Australia. It's a bit hard to channel Robin Hood or Japanese zen meditation with gum trees and kangaroos.

Still, it's worth a try. And afterall, the mythological hero brothers made a bow from the unlikely tree.