If we think of our bodies as the vehicles we employ
to get around in this world, it makes sense that our dreams will often use our
cars as metaphors for our bodies. What
better way to illustrate physical and health issues that need our attention? Today’s dreamer shares an excellent example:
Dear SMYD,
If I’d known how long I was going to live, I wouldhave taken better care of myself! That
saying from the ‘60’s, I think, kind of sums up the position I’m in now. At 63 years old, I am still relatively young
given life spans these days. But I have
lived hard, had a lot of fun, and now I’m paying the price physically. For one thing, I’m too heavy. I’ve had multiple serious surgeries to
correct back problems among others and I have a regimen of daily medications
that would impress just about any team of doctors. To quote another rocker, “What a long strange trip it’s been!”
Over these years of reckless living, I have had
various versions of the same dream many different times and I’ve always
wondered about it. Last week it went
like this: A teenage boy has taken my yellow
Jeep without my permission. He’s out for
a joy ride again. Even in the dream I
know he’s done it before. Every time he
takes it, he has a wild time and brings it back with some damage. Usually it’s something small; sometimes it is
cosmetic damage; other times it’s a crunched up fender or something mechanical
that needs to be repaired. In this
version, the police catch him and bring him and Jeep back to me. When I see them, I scream, “I told him I’ll
kill him!” So this version seemed more
intense than the others.
What’s your take on a repeating dream like this?
Signed,
Love My Yellow Jeep
Dear Jeep Lover,
You say you love your Jeep, but if you accept the
likelihood that your dream is using it as a metaphor for your physical body, it
becomes evident that you are abusing it!
As you described in the background for your
recurring dream, you have done little to care for your body, pushing it to the
limit multiple times over the years.
Your dream suggests that the teenage part of yourself, young and
irresponsible, continues to follow this immature pattern in spite of the
numerous warnings of damage in your dream, not to mention the actual damage and
patchwork of repairs you have endured as a result of such a careless lifestyle.
In the most recent iteration of the dream, the adult
owner of the Jeep, the 63-year-old you – the police officer who “brings in” the
kid - screams desperately that you cannot survive such a heedless way of life
much longer.
Your devil-may-care persona may be attractive to
some Dear Dreamer, but reality is shouting that you are on the short path to a
young, good-looking corpse.
Sweet Dreams to You!
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