May 29th 2013
I dreamed that I got married to a friend of mine, joined a church and started a ministry.
It was odd because my friend Oliver and I are not romantically attracted to each other in real life. It was also a little strange that the decision to get married was very matter of fact – like we both agreed that it was the right thing to do. There was no mad wild passion sweeping us away or anything.
I woke from the dream to go to the toilet, but was so fascinated by what had happened that I went back to sleep and went back into the dream.
In the second part of the dream I had a baby girl and Oliver and I moved into a massive country house. The test cricket was being played at the house and it was teaming with thousands of people and hundreds of celebrities. Some people were talking about catching glimpses of famous cricketers and chatting to them.
There were two other couples moving into the house that day. Both had baby girls about eight months old. I was discussing with them the merits or otherwise of another couple moving in, but was insistent that I didn’t just want to talk baby talk, I wanted more intellectual discussions.
This dream occurred in the early hours of the morning, about 7 a.m. Three hours later I had to go to the High Street unexpectedly to send a fax. As I came out of the shop I literally bumped into Oliver. I hadn’t seen him in months; he does not live in my neighbourhood and does not generally visit my neighbourhood.
‘I thought about you two days ago,’ he said as he gave me a hug.
‘I dreamed about you last night,’ I replied.
‘Pray tell, was it a good dream? What was I doing?’ He asked eagerly.
‘You were at a big house,’ I said hesitantly, ‘at some kind of event.’
‘Oh, I’m going to a big house party at the weekend in Somerset. Maybe it’s to do with that.’
‘Maybe,’ I said, happy to latch on to anything that meant I didn’t have to tell him the whole story. How do you tell a friend that three hours ago he was your husband and father of your child? So I kept quiet and chatted about general things and his reason for being in my vicinity (to meet a family member). We agreed to meet the following day for him to tell me about his month long trip to India.
I rushed home and called my friend and did the ‘you’ll never guess what!’ line.
‘Shall I tell him the whole dream?’ I wanted to know.
‘Not much point telling him only a part. It’s obviously significant that he showed up so quickly after the dream. Spirit wouldn’t have arranged that so quickly if he didn’t need to know.’
We had a quick chat about the possible meaning of the dream. The marriage could mean a new beginning, as could the babies. So many girls meant there was a need for more feminine energy – maybe bringing more feminine energy into my life and into my work. (Interestingly I’ve been remodelling my home and trying to make my bedroom a little more feminine).
The ministry? Could be a project that Oliver and I need to begin together, but why the church? I’m not particularly interested in ministry in a church setting, and neither is he. And the jury is still out on the big house.
After listening to Oliver’s exciting tales about his travels across India and his fortnight at an ashram, I told him about the dream – all of it. Fortunately, because of his spiritual beliefs he could understand that the marriage could be symbolic of other things, and we discussed the possibility of using his yoga experience in some kind of joint project.
Two things stood out for me in this dream.
- I was able to get back into it. I haven’t consciously done that before.
- This is the second time I’ve dreamed about getting married. First to God, and now to Oliver.
Some of the dream interpretations suggest marriage is about integrating the self. Does this mean I’m getting more integrated?
It’s a long and complex one, but if anyone wants to comment on any section of it I’d welcome your take (or if you have the time and patience please comment on all of it.) Many thanks in advance.