I’ve had several powerful dreams lately.  Maybe you could use this one as an example of a dreamer who figures it out on his own; since you always say that “the dreamer is the best interpreter of the dream.”

 I am with a woman who feels like a close friend walking Mojo (dog).  There is a young teenage kid that looks like a smart aleck (DiCaprio/Johnny Depp cross).  He starts yelling “your dog bit me,” which I knew wasn’t true but he continues to yell saying he is going to sue me.  Finally I say, “Wait, he didn’t bite you but what do you want?” thinking I can buy him off.  He says “popcorn.”  I give him some money but my female partner also gives him money so it is a lot more than popcorn would cost.  He wants to know where he can get popcorn and I think to get rid of him because he is such a pest to tell him “the movies…go see a movie and get some popcorn.”  In just a moment he is back.  He said he didn’t go to the movie but bought a hot dog and other junk food at the seven-eleven.  But he starts bugging me again. 

 Everywhere I go he pops up.  I’ve lost Mojo and the friend and now I am by myself trying to lose him.  I am walking with a cane.  I run through an underground tunnel in Central Park (like the place in Home Alone where the bad guys are chasing him) and run into a restroom.  It is very cold, bleak and miserable in the restroom.  The next thing I am aware of is that the boy is lying on the cold concrete floor under a sink.  There is an oriental woman who looks very sick and pathetic with just thin rags on in this very cold place.  She looks asleep and like the wife in the Adam’s Family (Morticia).  Her husband is also there, but I didn’t really pay much attention to him.  I am trying to hit the obnoxious kid in the head (aiming for the temple) with my cane but it is an odd angle and I’m afraid of hitting the woman.  I become aware of the fact that the place is full of killer mosquitoes and decide to run out, shut the door, and leave him to the killer mosquitoes thinking I can go to the hospital and they can save me.  But I feel bad locking the two oriental people in the bathroom and condemning them to certain death.  I wake up with a start but have enough presence of mind to close my eyes and try to see the kid again and then I ask him “who are you?”  He replies, “I’m your addictions!”

 It was a powerful message and every part of the dream affirmed the truth of what he said.  I was just left with “what are my addictions?”  First was junk food (popcorn and hot dogs) then money, then fear of loss, being crippled by fear (cane) and passing through the underground tunnel (transition) (work with the subconscious) to a restroom (to be clean – to eliminate my addictions) to try to kill my addictions with my crutch (cane) at a cost, and afraid I have caused innocent people harm.  I think my first addiction is my constant nonstop chatterbox mind that won’t leave me alone, won’t let me be still, is my crutch and which I can’t escape. 

Since you recommend a dream task after such a powerful dream, I vowed to meditate more.  I’d like to share this dream with the dream readers to encourage them to study their dreams and see what they can come up with in the interpretative study and to remind them that the more they explore their dreams, the easier it becomes. 

 Once again, sweet dreams from the dream lady and her dreaming friends.