A few nights ago I had the following Dream: Me and other people (strangers) are in a bus together. It was one of those long distance travel busses. I remember in the dream there was an issue with the luggage, it was packed in a way that is impossible, stacked in great volumes to the ceiling of the bus, making the space in the bus very crammed.
Then there was a change of environment and I am now in the balkans, ourdoors. I am standing on a large square-shaped stage along with a group of people who are part of 'my group' and we are all dressed in white. We are here to perform a dance together but I do not know the moves, we are doing this dance for the first time: I have no idea what to do next and I look at what the others are doing. I am always 'behind' and 'out of sync' with what some of the others are doing and I make mistakes.
Now that I read this back, it is interesting particularly with the dance performance: in the dream I have an awareness that we have not done this before, yet I expect to be in sync with the others - perhaps this is me 'trying to fit in' - instead of realising: I have to trust myself, find my own expression.
The bus in itself... I used to have dreams where I would be in 'trains' and there would be 'rails' and the train on the traintracks to me would represent my mind. Hence I see the bus as a 'more flexible' way to travel and not be so bound by a predetermined track. At the same time the luggage represents my past, as a 'complex mass' still hanging 'from the ceiling', taking quite a bit of space. When I look at myself and how I experience myself in my body and my mind, it is quite obvious that there is still a lot of chatter going on within me and a lot of 'inner movement', causing me to feel like I have to share my house (my body) with other personalities.
The word that I chose to work with when I read the chat withe Corona Virus, was the word Silence, as that would be the one thing that I long for the most - that I experience often to be 'missing'. When I look at myself and how I experience myself throughout my day, when I decide to sit down and be silent, I actually manage to sit in a silence in a way, yet there is (as if hidden behind a wall) in the background often a slight anxiety that is present - where I seem to fear my own silence - or I fear the thoughts that are lurking in the background - that I fear to address. I will use that to work with.
Any other/additional perspective would be welcome.