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The Night of the Iguana(s)

Last night I was dreaming~



I am on a school bus, yet I am going downtown to work in the loop. I am sitting next to my roommate Tari when a friend, MaryLisa (ML), stops at our seat to say hello. She is also on her way to work and shows us a pet carrier she has which is full of iguanas. The iguanas are of various sizes (ages?) and I am attracted to their bright colors but am a bit shy of them and a bit confused at why she's stuffed so many of them into one carrier. ML chats for a while and then moves to an empty seat at the back of the bus.

As I get up for my stop, I look back at the bus (which is nearly empty by now)and notice that ML's pet carrier has been left behind. I realize that ML has forgotten it, and somehow the lid has come off. The iguanas are all still in place though - stacked up into a perfect box-like shape as though some invisible container is holding them. I tell T to go on because I am going to gather the pets and carrier for ML. When I get to them and go to touch them...they scatter, and I begin to panic because I cannot catch them. Somehow, now there are hundreds of them. Every time I grab for one it slips through my fingers (and I'm a little freaked out by handling iguanas...not having done so before).

The bus stops at the end of it's route, which is a park-like spot. The doors open and all the iguanas stream off of the bus with me in hot pursuit. I do not catch a one - but run into a friend from grade school (Mary Beth) who suggests that I explore the park in search of them. She gives me an empty garbage can in which to collect them.

I wander through the park, which looks like a typical Chicago green-spot. Then it becomes more like Florida...then Louisiana. The air becomes thick and warm. The trees, draped heavily in Spanish moss, block much of the light.

I find a small house on stilts in the swamp and decide that I am going to stay there for a while. I can see welcoming light streaming from within and I somehow know that this place is (at least in part) mine. I wade into dark water up to my thighs and then climb the wet, rotting boards that make a ladder to the platform above. The house/shack doesn't have doors (which I don't seem to find odd) so I crawl through a window. I walk through the house (it only has 3 rooms that I remember), looking and touching things here and there. I like it there.

Out the front window is a porch, and on it is a friend, Charles, who is playing pan pipes. I get very excited because I know that if there is anyone who can help me find 100 or so random iguanas in a swamp, it is Charles (ironically, in waking life this is also true). I tell him my story, he agrees to help and we set off on random adventures which are foggy for me and which lack detail.

All I know is that upon waking I had not caught a single errant lizard.

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ravenedgewalker
Mar. 9th, 2009 09:36 pm (UTC)
Dreams really are bizarre and random - it sounds rather like my anxiety dreams with a surreal iguana twist. I'm loving the idea of enlisting Charles to hunt them.
jennlynn_green
Mar. 9th, 2009 09:43 pm (UTC)
Oddly, while this has all the markings of a typical anxiety dream for me (I often dream about hundreds of animals which I must care for or get rid of - and they're just everywhere and I can't catch them) - this one didn't feel that anxious. Once I got to the park it was actually rather relaxing (despite the setting) and I woke up this morning feeling happy.

This isn't the first time I've dreamed of Charles playing the pipes and acting as guide for me...I wonder what he symbolizes to my dream mind.
chelidon
Mar. 9th, 2009 10:02 pm (UTC)
Well, Google turns up all kinds of things for "iguana dream," but I think this is my favorite. Whoa...
muddyslush
Mar. 10th, 2009 01:17 am (UTC)
Sounds like chasing the iguanas took you on a great adventure. :)
muddyslush
Mar. 10th, 2009 01:18 am (UTC)
What a healing dream! I feel lighter just thinking on it.
shauna_aura
Mar. 10th, 2009 09:12 am (UTC)
LOL...the image of you chasing iguanas is actually kind of cute. Interesting dream.

There's a particular phase of dreaming that isn't, to my limited understanding, REM sleep--it's the dream that happens in between the REM cycles, and those kinds of dreams are often typified by obsessive/repetetive behavior, like trying to pack boxes, or pick up things that fell out of a bag, or hunting a hundred iquanas in a bus.

For my own dreamwork, the particular pattern of what I seem to do during those kinds of dreams tells me a lot. Heh...I obsess a lot in dreams about moving things from place to place, like loading in for an event, or moving my stuff, or picking up the stuff in my backpack when it's fallen over, or cleaning out my stuff from an office or workplace into a place that's safe.

Usually I wake up in the middle of trying to do whatever obsessive task I'm trying to do with it undone, though occasionally I awake later after a dream where I get distracted from the task and find myself trying to get back to it.

Mmmm, dreams.
bolowolf
Mar. 10th, 2009 04:48 pm (UTC)
Thanks for sharing your interesting dream. I have no useful insight if you're looking for any.

Iguana's are interesting critters.

If you happen to talk to Charles, say hi for me? I hope he's doing well.
ckirisi
Mar. 11th, 2009 12:50 am (UTC)
What a dream! Wow! I'm sure you could read into this very thoroughly, but it's also just a cool dream.
sagamockingbird
Mar. 11th, 2009 03:14 am (UTC)
Wow! I have no insight to offer. But I can't picture Marylisa with iguanas.

The Field Museum Gift Shop had an awesome iguana puppet.
inanna710
Mar. 11th, 2009 06:20 pm (UTC)
If it is the Charles I am thinking of, I can definitely see him tracking iguanas. Although it is more likely that he would play an appropriate Iguana Song on his Pan pipes, and they would gather at his feet.

I think it's interesting that the iguanas were stacked and packed tight on the bus. then scattered in the green space and led you to a house in a swamp. Talk about your prototypical witch's lair! And that the cabin had windows, but not doors. Windows allow access in and out of a structure, but only in a limited way.

Perhaps the dream is asking you to open further to the swampy, ancient, intuitive part of your nature. I don't think finding the iguanas was the point -- although from what little I know of you, it doesn't surprise me that your desire to help someone else would be the impetus to an adventure of self-discovery.
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