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dreams of a road

 I've been having dreams that aren't nightmares, but are stressful.  They recurring, and mostly they are about me driving and ending up on a road that is being flooded or a road i can't really see.  I don't know if i should continue on, or turn around.  That is the basic gist of the dreams although there are always more and different details.

I put this into a dream interpretation application and it spit out at me that water in dreams represents emotions, and not being able to see represents the unknown.  That my subconscious is telling me to slow down and refect before moving forward, rather than rushing onto a path that feels unsafe or unclear. (the choice being between two types of risks)  Thats the short version.

That made me think about Carl Jung's way of looking at choices.  He spoke about the tension of opposites, or being stuck between a rock and a hard place.  We have two equally unsatisfying choices and he believed that our psyche doesn't want us to pick one.  He believed that we should hold the tension and sit with the discomfort to allow a third choice to emerge.

I'm always telling myself to sit with the discomfort.  I rarely listen before bulldozing ahead and destroying any possible third choice to emerge.

Jung is telling me not to rush into either road, sit with the dream images and the third road will eventually reveal itself.

I like how my thoughts are coming together now that i'm not bouncing off walls anymore.  

I am a person of immediate action, and immediate action is exactly what i do not need.  I need to take this time and sit with my choices until a third emerges.

hmmm.

Now to identify the choices. hahahahahaah

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