Your Own Answers So last night was really... interesting. And fun. And very inspiring. Like I mentioned below, it was a surrealist party at the Indianapolis Museum of Art, promoting Amy Cutler's work. And I worked as a dream interpreter. That's me with the bird mask and kimono on... (I'm surprised anyone approached me at all. hee.)
But they did... one after another, to tell me their dreams. Some people got really intimate, telling me about their reoccurring childhood dream, looking into my eyes for answers. Others laughed as they told me what they dreamt last night...just something silly. It was all over the board.
So each person told me their dreams, and then I asked them to make a squiggle on my tablet. From there, I added onto their scribble and turned it into a drawing of their dreams, usually adding a character with a thought bubble that told them a cryptic message of what it meant.
Basically my strategy was to draw their dreams accurately. For instance, one woman told me she had a reoccurring dream about a train and how she was scared to ride them, but she wanted to. I got the impression that she was talking about something less literal... She wanted to do daring things and go new places in her life, but she held herself back. She felt afraid. (She was one of the intimate tellers.) Then she made her squiggle on my page and I saw it as a roller coaster track. So I drew a very tall roller coaster with a train going over the biggest hill. The train puffed smoke from the engine and in the smoke bubble I wrote "Don't let it pass you by. Be present."
When I was finished I handed the drawing to her and she read it. Her eyes got big and she smiled... and said thank you so much. I blushed and asked her to have a good night. She walked away smiling.
Later on, Colin crossed her path and overheard her telling her friend that she was going to take the train to Chicago. She wasn't afraid. She was ready.
That made me feel really good. But really... what did I do, but let her answer her own question?
What I found was that people already knew their own answers. They told me their dreams, but all I had to do was tell it back to them and write something nebulous on the tablet. And they simply interpreted it the way they needed to... finding their own answers. It was in themselves the whole time. It was as if they just needed a mirror.
What answers do you already know if you really look into yourself?