Another Bicycle Dream

Ryan Cousineau wrote:


That said, being described as an influential Canadian is amusing. I
barely get to influence what I eat for lunch.

Not true Claire! It's all part of the conspiracy! This is an election
year in Canada. Ryan's name is on the lips of every one in the underground!

"Nardo"

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(Claire Petersky) writes:
Another dream with a bicycle theme -- looking for interpretations...

I've heard somewhere that many people experience a sense
of guilt when they cross the border and say they don't
have anything to declare, even when they really don't.
I've experienced that, myself. It's in interesting
psychological phenomenon.


cheers,
Tom


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"Badger_South" wrote in message
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This may be the key, that your training and mental discipline prepare you
to face your existence (life and death) resolutely and without fear.

Badger, this statement led me to what I believe is the primary meaning of
this dream. The initial part of the dream is about the joys of physical
reality. On the bike, a place where I am firmly in my body and grounded in
my physical being. I am singing, which is another rooted-in-the-body
experience, and I forgot the detail that the song I was singing was, "I Am
Alive".

The border is the border between earthly life and a higher existence. I'm
not saying that the US is ordinary life and Canada is heaven. I'm not even
saying that a "higher existence" comes from the Lower Mainland's famed
tolerance for marijuana use. I think it's simply because, on a traditionally
drawn map, Canada is placed higher than the US. The border is heavily
fortified on the main road -- most people can not easily pass from ordinary
life to something higher. Me, I'm trying to cheat it, get around the border
in a sneaky way, see what's on the other side. That I am so easily found
out, and taken aside, then, is no surprise. The only true way to know what's
on the Other Side, so to speak, is through death -- and that's what I'm
given at the end of the dream.

Warm Regards,

Claire Petersky
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On Wed, 05 May 2004 14:47:18 GMT, "Claire Petersky"
wrote:

"Badger_South" wrote in message
.. .

This may be the key, that your training and mental discipline prepare you
to face your existence (life and death) resolutely and without fear.

Badger, this statement led me to what I believe is the primary meaning of
this dream. The initial part of the dream is about the joys of physical
reality. On the bike, a place where I am firmly in my body and grounded in
my physical being. I am singing, which is another rooted-in-the-body
experience, and I forgot the detail that the song I was singing was, "I Am
Alive".

The border is the border between earthly life and a higher existence. I'm
not saying that the US is ordinary life and Canada is heaven. I'm not even
saying that a "higher existence" comes from the Lower Mainland's famed
tolerance for marijuana use. I think it's simply because, on a traditionally
drawn map, Canada is placed higher than the US. The border is heavily
fortified on the main road -- most people can not easily pass from ordinary
life to something higher. Me, I'm trying to cheat it, get around the border
in a sneaky way, see what's on the other side. That I am so easily found
out, and taken aside, then, is no surprise. The only true way to know what's
on the Other Side, so to speak, is through death -- and that's what I'm
given at the end of the dream.

Nicely done.

Certainly dwell on the positive aspects though, not on the 'death' as a
punishment, or more than an allegory. (which you seem to have done)

There's still more for you to learn from this dream, but you've done a
great job at analysis so far! ;-)

Coincidentally, I think many of us use biking as a way to learn to deal
with "existence" in a positive manner, and though usually minor, the risks
are all part of this.

I try to finish up any bike ride with a sense of release and regain of
power, though momentarily spent. Relish the moments just after you
dismount, happy and sweaty and empowered.

Best,

-B

Claire Petersky wrote:

Another dream with a bicycle theme -- looking for interpretations...

Bicycling along the coast on a beautiful paved trail. It's sunny and
warm, I'm singing, and both my voice and my legs feel strong.

Hang on, this is going to be quite a ride.


The trail starts to peter out because we are getting close to the
US/Canada border. I can see the road through the trees -- the border
is heavily fortified at the road crossing. However, there is no one
here on the bicycle end of things -- it's just that the trail comes to
an end. The terrain is rugged, with steep slopes, basalt cliffs, and
sturdy trees.

Drawing from another poster, I too will sugest this border represents a
boundary between two spiritual realms, existences, or plains. These may be
levels of maturity in this life, or may be a passing from this life to the
next. The fact that there is no one there at the bicycle end of things
suggests that this is uncharted teritory for most or all people. Either the
guards don't expect anyone to try that route, or they know that no one will
be successful, or that there's no one to try to stop you. It is clear that
moving to the new realm or level is difficult, with obstacles, pitfalls,
difficulty, and danger. The way seems obscure, and you don't know what to
do next. The sturdy trees suggest that your strength will get you through,
or possibly, that there is strength and stability in this new spiritual
adventure.


At this point I am with a companion (identify unknown), and we use
ropes to climb the cliff where the trail stops. Our plan is to try to
cross the border through the forest, where we hope we can sneak
through without being discovered.

The companion is your "higher power" - one that you know exists, that you
know is an advocate on your behalf, but can't readily identify or perhaps
you are confused about the identity of your "higher power". The ropes
represent the use of spiritual tools - scriptures, writings, music, wise
council, etc. These things can be helpful, but like ropes, are something
you could get tangled in if you don't know how to make proper use of them.
The attempt to sneak across is an attempt to reach your goal by other than
legitemate means. Perhaps with less than a pure heart or pure motives. Or
perhaps it isn't to avoid the proper route, but to avoid the greastest
danger, those who would try to prevent you from succeeding.


We scramble to the top of the cliff, and almost inevitably, we are
caught. We are taken to a detention center. My captors invite me to
take a five hour nap on a bunk, which I decline -- I have a fear that
this would be a fatal mistake. Instead, I demand to see Ryan
Cousineau, an influential Canadian who I think would be sympathetic to
my cause.


Being caught is what suggests to me that you are trying to reach your goals
by less than legitemate means. Crossing the border normally would have
required an examination, perhaps one that you want to avoid because you have
something to hide. But by avoiding the examination, you are in more trouble
than you would have been in. You are still seeking help from your
companion, but without knowing the identity, you call on someone else who
seems to be appropriate. But because this is the wrong helper, confusion
and chaos result.

In the confusion and chaos that this demand creates, my companion
attempts an escape, which is unsuccessful. He is taken away for
punishment. Further, three other prisoners will be punished as a
demonstration. Although they are supposedly randomly selected, I am
one of the ones chosen. I know I'm being selected because it will
further the emotional pain of my companion to know that I am suffering
on his account.

You are separated from your "higher power" because of this inappropriate
action on your part, and are separated from their help. The fact that
his/her punishment is also inflicted on others shows your fear of this whole
process of moving to a higher plain, that others may get hurt, and that it
may be unfair to you. Your thoughts are still on your companion, however,
and are distressed at his/her suffering on your behalf, even their being
made to suffer by your punishment.


With the other prisoners and my companion, I am taken to another room
for excution.

In order to achieve this new plain or spiritual realm, you have to die to
self. You feel this is being imposed upon you unfairly.

I am prepped for lethal injection. I think to myself
that I should be frightened, but I am not. I mentally recite a prayer,
"Yiheyu l'ratzon imre-fi v'hegeyon libi l'faneka Adonai tzuri v'goali"
*

You want to be prepared for the transition. You want to know that your
words and your heart are right.

and then pause, to see if words actually do come spontaneously out
of my mouth. However, there is nothing but silence.

This is a strong self-doubt about whether you measure up, and perhaps you
don't. You got this far by less than legitemate means, and now are
suffering for it. The words fail, they no longer do it for you, they are no
longer enough.

They stick the needle in my
arm, and I can feel something cold flowing through my veins.

This is a throwback to cycling, and to a less than positive recation to
someone's inappropriate driving. The driver did something that made your
blood run cold, and perhaps that is the whole raeson you are having so much
difficulty moving to the next level.

I think,
"I am going to die" -- and then wake up.

Since you are no longer cycling (in the dream), that is a fate as bad as
death. Get out and ride, and enjoy it, or the guards will _force_ you to
enjoy it.

* This is not the traditional prayer said before death, which is
supposed to be the Sh'ma. Rather, this is the one traditionally
translated as: "May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my
heart be acceptable unto Thee O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer"

Psalm 19:14 (KJV uses "strength" instead of "rock")

Austin

cheg wrote:
"Claire Petersky" wrote in message
om...
Another dream with a bicycle theme -- looking for interpretations...

snippage
supposed to be the Sh'ma. Rather, this is the one traditionally
translated as: "May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my
heart be acceptable unto Thee O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer"


The prayer is from Psalm 137, also well known as the reggae song "By the
rivers
of Babylon".

You must have a different bible. I can find Claire's quote in Psalm 19:14,
but nothing even close in Psalm 137.

Austin (Of course, _I've_ never made a mistake...)
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"Claire Petersky" wrote in message
om...
Another dream with a bicycle theme -- looking for interpretations...


You are striving towards your ideals in life and are passing into a new
stage along that path. Hindering your journey are a repression of you
feelings, a ristricted way of thinking, and negative influences from your
past.

Ryan Cousineau has qualities you need as you make this transition. Meditate
on the improvements for which you are striving. Focus your mind, body, and
spirit and use all five of your senses.

"Claire Petersky" wrote in message news:W77mc.28533$_41.2071435@attbi_s02...

Boring to follow up on my own post, but while riding to work this
morning, I figured out the meaning of invoking the name of Ryan C and
why it created chaos. If bicycling is symbolic of physical existence,
and Canada of a higher one, then Ryan, a bicycling Canadian, is the
epitome of the one who has a foot in both worlds, is the one who is
rooted in the physical but is identified with the metaphysical. It was
this seeming contradiction that caused an uproar.

Warm Regards,

Claire Petersky
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Claire Petersky wrote:

Boring to follow up on my own post, but while riding to work this
morning, I figured out the meaning of invoking the name of Ryan C and
why it created chaos. If bicycling is symbolic of physical existence,
and Canada of a higher one, then Ryan, a bicycling Canadian, is the
epitome of the one who has a foot in both worlds, is the one who is
rooted in the physical but is identified with the metaphysical. It was
this seeming contradiction that caused an uproar.

Demanding to see Ryan Cousineau was your mistake. If only
you had demanded to appeal to Fabrizio Mazzoleni, this
tragedy might have been averted. Especially since Fabrizio
is the six time winner of the Tour des Reves, as Ryan likes
to point out. Do keep this in mind the next time you
visit Fortress Canada.

"Benjamin Weiner" wrote in message
news:40995fae$1@darkstar...
Claire Petersky wrote:

Demanding to see Ryan Cousineau was your mistake. If only
you had demanded to appeal to Fabrizio Mazzoleni, this
tragedy might have been averted. Especially since Fabrizio
is the six time winner of the Tour des Reves, as Ryan likes
to point out. Do keep this in mind the next time you
visit Fortress Canada.

ROTFL!


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Warm Regards,

Claire Petersky
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