To: Ilaine who wrote (53174 ) 7/9/2000 8:48:51 AM From: Crocodile Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178 >>>Last night I dreamed I was looking at my face in the mirror. Do you ever do that?<<< I can't actually say that I can remember seeing myself in a mirror during a dream. Perhaps just as well... Mirrors are generally considered to be rather heavily loaded in the symbolism department... Jacques Lacan wrote quite a lot on them and how they play a large part in our psyche in terms of regarding ourselves as "object" or "subject".... much as in film. But there's an interesting thing... I have seen myself as a character in "films" during my dreams, so that might be a very close parallel....and in these films, I am often playing different roles, so there you go. I had a strange dream last night... Actually, I just remember it as a short sequence which seemed rather striking. I was busy working on something at the dining table in my mother's house. Shortly after, I heard my mother directing someone to bring "something" into the living room. The "something" turned out to be a rolled up carpet which was being carried by 2 delivery men. My mother told the men to put the carpet down on top of the one that was already there. It was a moss green and beige carpet... a pattern like leaves around the exterior... but then the center was grey...but there was the oddest image in red on it. From where I stood, I couldn't tell what it was supposed to be, so I walked around to the other end of the room so that I could see the carpet as if looking at a picture in front of me. It turned out that the red image was a line drawing of Terry Fox... I suppose that he may be well-known outside of Canada as there are Terry Fox runs around the world, but just in case not... He was the young man who lost a leg to cancer and then attempted to run across Canada on his remaining leg and an artificial one... and who made it to the Sault Ste. Marie area (about halfway across the country) before his cancer returned. He ran the equivalent of about 25 miles a day during much of his run until he had to stop going... which is rather incredible when you think about it. He died not too long after giving up his run. His image...that of the runner on one artifical leg and one good one, has become rather iconic up here in Canada. Anyhow, that was the end of the dream. I'm just thinking about it today to try to decide what it meant. I can usually puzzle out the meaning of my dreams if I give them time to gestate so that they mature beyond the stage of seemingly odd events or images.