The Market of the Mind in Common.

The Reader of Mind?

Have you ever had a row in a dream? Or an open argument? I did, the other night, and I have been pondering it ever since. It was a lucid dream and pregnant with significance. The hostility came out of the blue and bit me like a serpent- a wise serpent.

Discussing the Exhibits? Or ignoring them?
Discussing the Exhibits? Or ignoring them?

I was attending a grand conference, in a country Manor. A relaxed Manor, grand in proportions, informal in atmosphere, a lot of light, comfortable sofas, a sense of Edwardian leisure. I was late and wandered through empty rooms in search of other people. There were original paintings, mostly modern, one by Barbara Hepworth, but all hung too high to see clearly. I saw a bustling middle aged man in a dog collar unpacking in a bedroom with the door ajar, and introduced myself. ‘Must rush he said ‘It’s Burns night, and I am sooo excited!’ (That puts it on January 25th but it did not feel like winter). He was not openly unfriendly but wrapped up in intentions of his own. I found my way into a dining room where the assembled delegates were having tea in china cups and scones with lashings of cream. Clearly a scene of money and privilege, and familiar self assurance. This was an assembly of intimate familiars.

I sat next to a elderly woman of a refined demeanour, perfect coiffure, expensive jewellery, and tried to ask how I might achieve a cup of tea (since I had not yet ‘registered’) and I admitted I had arrived late. She launched into an attack ‘Yes we all noticed how you sat at the side and never joined in. You must join in and do what we all do if you expect tea. I’m certainly not going to help you. You chose to be on your own. Stay that way, Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to enjoy my tea…’ She took great pleasure from her hostility, and from expressing it. She felt she was speaking for everyone present. She was. Her hostility took my breath away. It was intended to.

I woke up and pulled the tail of this dream into the light of rational evaluation.

The calm before the storm in a tea cup
The calm before the storm in a tea cup

I would welcome those of you into Jungian ideas ( or mythology of any kind) to suggest what this might mean to you. I have some ideas of my own, and like a negative in a photographic tank the meaning has been developing ever since. Before I express the portrait I am painting from its colours I would welcome your suggestions? I now realise how ‘telling’ and economical this signal to me was. Time to rethink.

Feel free to opine not merely on the dream, but also on its message to me. Those of you who know what I have written may find it easier. I intend to develop the lesson I have taken from it next post, because I think it could have philosophic value beyond its wagging finger.