I was at my mom’s house and my aunt lived to the north of her rather than to the south. The houses were different, like they were before their current neighbor moved in, and there wasn’t a fence separating the back yards. The neighbor on the other side of my aunt in real life, Larry (who has lived there since before I was born, and is probably in his 70s or so), drove his van (he’s had a van parked in his back yard for a good 20-30 years) through the back yards rather than walking. He leaned against a fence that separated the back yard from the ditch on the ditch side, and we were sitting around on the grass when I saw this really cool lizard climbing the fence. I waited until there was a break in the conversation and pointed it out, thinking it was really cool to have a lizard in the area.
Larry, with a laugh of delight, grabbed the lizard by the tail, and as I jumped forward at him to stop him (thinking that the lizard would lose its tail), he held the lizard/salamander (I thought of it as a salamander, but it had scales) in his hand and flicked it repeatedly very hard. It squealed, and somewhere in my thoughts I knew that they usually don’t make such noises. I was immediately very angry and calculated the proportionate pain he had dealt to the salamander, figuring that my punches would not be enough. I kicked Larry numerous times, much to the dismay and horror of my mom and aunt. The salamander got away, and seemed to be shouting at Larry as it did.
He started to demand what the hell was wrong with me, and I asked the same to him. What right did he have to deliberately injure a small helpless being? (yes, I see the hypocrisy in my asking) We started to argue and he muttered something about how without looking out for the self, my family had no sort of inheritance. I asked what about the inheritance of respect and love for other beings, and he used my kicking him (it hadn’t been hard enough to really hurt him, or so it seemed later) as an example of how I hadn’t learned anything. I was very frustrated and upset, wondering how this heartless being could take delight in the harming of other beings. He had gotten up while we argued, and I struck him hard in the sternum. Larry stopped cold and fell forward on the ground. I knew I’d hit him around the heart, and stunned him.
He still got up, though, and my mom and I went to her house, where two Asian guys were telling her she had to get her stuff out now. I think she was being evicted (that she owned her house wasn’t something that occurred to me in the dream). I was incredulous and asked them again what they’d said, and my mom said it was all right, and inevitable. My mom’s house is quite cluttered and full of things, and we were going to move everything, or as much as we could, to my aunt’s garage. I didn’t understand why they were saying this, but I was trying to understand.
Interpretation:
-Now, it seems like the house was a metaphor for my mind, and if it is true that people of another race represent the subconscious, then my subconscious mind was telling me to clear my mind from clutter and distraction, which I haven’t been doing for a few days, even before the ninja came back.
-The salamander is a fire elemental, and fire is a symbol of the will, which correlates with the solar plexus chakra, or the mind of the third density. The cruelty and self-orientation is a demonstration of self-oriented mind, and to bring the mind to the next level, the heart chakra, would make it difficult to see hurting others as enjoyable, because there is a recognition of unity, compassion and empathy.
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