"We were in the shed, cleaning it...organizing things, or looking for something. A glass carafe from a coffeemaker was sitting in a cardboard box with some papers and garbage. It caught my eye. As I was thinking about bringing it into the house, it exploded."
I asked Robin to go back into his dream, become the carafe, and finish these sentences:
- Never refer to me as...
- I need...
- I want...
- Never refer to me as an unused coffee pot.
- I need grounds!
- I want someone to clean this mess up.
The message of the dream was clear: We need grounds, a reason, a purpose. And, I guess, nobody's going to clean the mess up, except us, and that sucks.
(See September 7, 2011 for What Do Dreams Tell Us? Part I.)