The Fox's Secret

When you start dreaming about the same person, place or event over and over again, it really starts to get your attention.  In less than a month, I encountered a figure in my dreams that I felt was the same character in each instance, despite the fact that it appeared in slightly altered ways each time.  I have already described the first two dreams in which I encountered the archetypal figure of The Fool, the Trickster or the Joker here and here.

This dream marked a real turning point.  In the first two dreams in which I encountered this trickster figure, I ended up afraid, panicked and wanted desperately to escape.  In this third dream, however, I finally summoned the courage to confront the danger, run toward the trickster and confront him directly.  While this could represent some kind of psychological breakthrough, I would find that the trickster would ultimately remain ever so frustratingly out of reach as something I could confront but could not yet fully comprehend.  I will write more on the possible meaning of the dream later, but for now I want to concentrate on describing the dream as it happened:

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The three dreams that I’ve posted so far have been longer dreams that I felt had some deal of significance to them.  I thought it might be an interesting break to post a much shorter dream today.  It’s so short I might even call it a dream fragment.  But a short, fragmentary dream is closer to what most of us experience on a regular basis so I thought it would be a good idea to have an example of one up for people to read:

I’m on a train.  Usually, I take a train home during the holidays but for some reason I realize I’m on the train for a work related trip.  Most of the other riders must be “employees” of whatever company I’m working for, though I don’t have any clear idea what that company is or what I do.  All of a sudden I notice the train start to speed up much faster than normal and everyone has to sit down to keep from falling over.  I worry that we are about to crash because we’re going so fast around turns.  I look outside and realize the air is foggy and has an eerie orange glow to it.  The fog breaks for a second and I see that the tracks are high up on a cliff on a narrow ledge with the ocean out to our left and an even steeper mountainous cliff to our right.  There are these odd iron ladders and stair cases that go up the cliff.  Finally we round a corner and slow down.

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