Dec 13th dream

I had the oddest dream last night.

The first dream was fluffy bright like I was watching a sitcom. In fact it was so slick it even had subtitles pop up whenever there was subtext I may have been in danger of missing, kind of like a visual laugh track to keep me on point. (Obviously the diligent work of my subconscious)

In keeping with the sitcom feel, I cought a glimpse of Marie, the kindly nagging mother in law of Everyone Loves Raymond.
I Know!
Bizarr!

My point of view was akin to the proverbial fly on the wall. Out of sight, out of mind, I had the opportunity to observe objectively the celebration taking place around me.

As I wandered through the scenery, I experienced a kind of telepathic osmosis. I found by directing my attention to the attendees I could experience some of what they were thinking, feeling and even small details of biography.

Augmented by snippets of conversation carried on the air, the scenery, subtitles and snatches of insight, I was able to hobble together a limited understanding of what was taking place. Weddings, lots of them.

I knew these 4 main avenues of information were specifically designed by my subconscious for a reason. Despite its light and airy feel, sounds of laughter and celebration, this dream I knew was deadly serious and important for me to get the gist of.

The subtext I was able to grasp and retain pertained to this;

A true marraige should double pleasure, her pleasure IS his pleasure, his pleasure IS her's. No one's pleasure should be diminished in order to enhance the other's.

It wasn't a typical wedding it was a mass wedding, the type organized by cultic figures of the recent past. Rather than the joining of two people, it was the union between people, and spirits. Not the spirits of the deceased, but spirits of another kind. (I don't even know what that means!)
I was aware that this activity made me extremely uncomfortable. Keeping an objective framework I was able to dismiss my unease, knowing I was dreaming.

Lulled by the inate safety in dreaming, I was beset by my own memories, as I wondered what could possibly entice a person to share their being and body with an external entity? To me this seemed like a form of posession, and as so something to avoid at all costs.

That's when I caught wind of Marie again. I was hit by a wave of emotion and a string of word impressions. I was surprised to discover she had agreed to be married herself. Her joy cascaded from her with girlish charm. At last, at last she had someone with whom she could share everything, and anything! From the smallest pleasure to the greatest, from the tiniest discomfort to the deepest pain, she had someone with her who would not only share her life, but who would experience every delectable taste, sensual caress, lovely scent along with her.

I never sensed Marie's vast lonliness, I only knew it had been there. I could tell by the things she thrilled over in her heart, the small poignant things that don't seem like a lot on the surface, but mean everything under the skin.

I understood her motivation to join forces so to speak was born out of a profound lonliness.