The Heart of the matter
Lately, weekends are the time to have nightmares and totally weird dreams. For this reason alone, I'd try to altogether avoid taking a nap on Shabbat afternoon. If only I wasn't so tired. So last week I had two real heart-thumpers.
I was in a large nebulous room, with many people I knew, all just doing their thing. As I was wandering around, I come across something really weird. A semi-clean white bucket, with a large human heart floating it in. It was clipped to two typical car starter-cables, and various tubes, and was just... beating away.
When I asked those around me "What the hell is this?"
I was nonchalantly told "oh that's just your father's heart".
This freaked me out.
As I continued to wander around the room, I was repeatedly drawn back to look at this. Over time I noticed that there was something ever more wrong with it, and with growing anxiety tried to get anybody else there, to check it out. No-one was worried or could be bothered. I realized that the heart was expanding and slowly tearing itself apart from the inside.
Just as it seemed about to burst, I woke up in a panic.
The Talmud teaches us that the meanings of dreams is inherent in what interpretation you choose to give them. That the interpretation itself creates the reality that the dream is about. So while my initial gut feeling was that this was about MY heart, I chose to think that this was symbolic of the [traumatic] effect my [late] father has had on me. THAT is what was being torn apart, i.e. I'm overcoming the effects he had on me. That said, I will be making myself an appointment with a Cardiologist with regard to some minor issue.
Definitely gave me a hot-topic for discussion with my dear Shrink.
[ The other dream was with regard to seemingly being unable to teach/impose limits to one of my teen-age daughters. While innocent enough in itself, had heart-attack level implications. Enough said. ]
I was in a large nebulous room, with many people I knew, all just doing their thing. As I was wandering around, I come across something really weird. A semi-clean white bucket, with a large human heart floating it in. It was clipped to two typical car starter-cables, and various tubes, and was just... beating away.
When I asked those around me "What the hell is this?"
I was nonchalantly told "oh that's just your father's heart".
This freaked me out.
As I continued to wander around the room, I was repeatedly drawn back to look at this. Over time I noticed that there was something ever more wrong with it, and with growing anxiety tried to get anybody else there, to check it out. No-one was worried or could be bothered. I realized that the heart was expanding and slowly tearing itself apart from the inside.
Just as it seemed about to burst, I woke up in a panic.
The Talmud teaches us that the meanings of dreams is inherent in what interpretation you choose to give them. That the interpretation itself creates the reality that the dream is about. So while my initial gut feeling was that this was about MY heart, I chose to think that this was symbolic of the [traumatic] effect my [late] father has had on me. THAT is what was being torn apart, i.e. I'm overcoming the effects he had on me. That said, I will be making myself an appointment with a Cardiologist with regard to some minor issue.
Definitely gave me a hot-topic for discussion with my dear Shrink.
[ The other dream was with regard to seemingly being unable to teach/impose limits to one of my teen-age daughters. While innocent enough in itself, had heart-attack level implications. Enough said. ]