She stood off to the right in White impersonal gloves
and a dress of blue bri-nylon motherhood.
In my peripheral vision
she flickered and multiplied
a very sixties Queen.
I knew she had been dead
because live folk don’t do that.
There were four of us to start with
In a furnitureless house.
Me and two men. At an open window
A fellow worker I wasn’t keen on ,
The me of the dream and an unknown third guy.
Her, off to the side.
I’d been tapping the fellow worker with a white plastic hook
He got irritated asked me to stop. I said all you had to do was ask.
I pick up this third unknown guy in a fireman’s lift and am carrying him towards a picture of a funeral parlour. As I get closer to it the picture becomes more and more real.
The queen/mother figure is overseeing this seemingly impassively but I feel she approves.
This dream, I had two years ago. I had figured the bit about tapping the irritated worker was about me considering retirement and “all I had to do was ask”, give myself permission to do so.
The unknown faceless character puzzled me, but now, retired and two years on,I have a really strong feeling he is an unknown part of me, perhaps a Shadow being actively taken towards this picture on the wall of a funeral parlour. As I carry him there, the picture turns to a living moving, real three dimensional scene. This feeling I now have is the dream was telling me, but I didn’t see then, you will retire, you will open up aspects of your feminine nature which are many and still unclear, you will bring Unknown parts of you to the surface(the Unknown guy) and as your understanding from reading improves (the painting) that understanding will become real as opposed to just two-dimensional.
It seems and strongly feels like a message of encouragement for inner work.