The Fox's Secret

The previous two entries both involved religious themes and the appearance of divine figures.  I’ve decided to stick with that theme tonight and post a dream that I had in the spring of 2002.   It’s a dream that had major ramifications for my waking as well as my sleeping life.  But I’ll say more about that in the next entry.  As usual, I prefer to post the dream narrative itself, leave it open to the reader’s interpretation, and only then post my own.

One night I got home at four in the morning, having been out drinking again. The first part of the night was filled with those bouts of drunken sleep from which you remember absolutely nothing. When I woke up the first time, it was probably around 9 in the morning. The bedroom window was open slightly, enough to see that it was a very overcast day. There was a gentle rain falling. I can still hear the sound of the rain today. When I went back to sleep, I had a dream that forever changed me, in what ways I’m still not sure. Read more »

In this dream I encountered the same Trickster figure from “The Bottom Falls Out” but he took a very different form.  This is the second dream as it happened:

I’m wearing basketball warm-ups. I’m in the locker room, wearing purple and gold basketball warm-ups. And I realize that I am a bench player for the Los Angeles Lakers. In waking life, this would be odd on multiple levels. But in the dream it makes perfect sense. The coach gave me a chance and I showed what I could do. I knew that he had taken a chance on me, but when I got the chance to play I had not disappointed so far. Never mind the fact that I was a bench player even when I used to play the game back in the 9th grade. Never mind the fact that the last team I would ever want to play for would be the Los Angeles Lakers. I was proud to don the purple and gold.

It’s now time to take the court and as I stand in the tunnel leading out to the arena with the rest of the team we can hear the pounding music and the cheering crowd ready to welcome us. The announcer comes over the loudspeaker and shouts out each of our names and hometowns and positions one at a time as we jog out of the concrete tunnel and into an artificial one made with cheerleader pom-poms as the fans scream at the top of their lungs amid a laser light show.

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