So now they’re coming after me in my dreams, those Inner Critters!
In the dream, I am setting up to play music, plugging in my electronic keyboard, but the extension cords and electrical outlets I am to use are a big mess and they look unsafe. A man, not so subtly dressed as a cat burglar, comes in with a jumble of tools and offers to help.
He dumps his tools at my feet and runs away. I realize that the tools are components of a bomb that will soon blow up the place. I throw them safely away and then pick up odds and ends left over, dirty, grimy parts of some contraption. I discard those as well.
Interpretation: there is a not so well disguised Inner Critter who would like to blow up my Bold Move toward a new iteration of our Pond Productions business, to prevent me from performing as it were. I gotcha fella! You’re just a pussy cat!
My husband thinks the cat burglar represents the pervasive forces in our culture who would like people to stay stuck instead of learning to make Bold Moves. If so, I like the fact that he didn’t have much finesse or staying power . . . meow.
