some fight is won

a dream....

not just any ol' 'daily residue' or anxiety dream: another 'psychically significant' one----a dream from which after waking, a distinct feeling of 'shift' or 'resolution' or 'processing' exists and remains. somehow, you're not the same person who turned out the lights the night before. you know?

i won a fight. it seemed like a long-standing, long-overdue one, too....though its exact nature was not immediately apparent. the imagery from the dream was ordinary enough: a literal boxing match [including an absurdist, punning cardboard box]. lots of blood. i came out with a cracked rib which hurt, but also was an 'honor', a badge, a memento to commemorate [common word root 'to remember'] the experience, the rite of passage. love those dreams! appropriately enough, my father was the referee of the boxing match. i passed a test i haven't known i was taking...somehow i'm a man...it feels appropriate...[i look down to check]...perhaps my cracked rib was my inner woman, broken free or is that too biblical?

in this case, one can see the cambellian/jungian theories of dreams, myths and rituals as having the same source and functions: to mark passages, psychological stages, growth, etc. it seems that we only ignore this to our detriment [speaking for myself here]---the lessons/remediation agents come and find us anyway...sometimes in our sleep ;-) well, in the absence of rituals [living ones, at any rate] and myths, dreams are all that remain to us postmodernites...

as you can tell [whoever you are] i'm catching up on necessary remedial developmental life experiences at thirty-eight that i somehow missed the first time around----my poor life performance in the school of life has been due to excessive absences! attend your own life! [take it from me] being at least a weed in the sun [to mix the metaphor] is so much better than being a lingering mold trapped within a wall...

at least a weed has a moment in the sun...