Doctor's dream of working in office peeling quails' eggs for Covid treatment, 18th April 20204/20/2020  I am sitting at my desk in the hospital at work with blue medical gloves on. I have a purple woollen furry blanket from home on my lap. I am peeling quails’ eggs which are to be used to treat Covid patients. The phone rings and I am being asked lots of questions about the eggs as they are needed for patients. More eggs are being heated in a white medical bath, but they are soft and egg yolk spills when I try to crack them open. I push my red glasses up with my wrists. The phone starts ringing again but I can’t answer it as I am covered in yolk and bits of shell.
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4/22/2020 12:38:21 am
Projection: As I experience the dream, I think that to quail is to be very afraid. And quail and quail eggs have great camouflage, so there may well be something it is good to hide about here - something tender being tended. The dozen eggs make me think about fertility - each time a month goes by there I am ovulating, yet in the midst of a pandemic how is one supposed to commit to new life, or even arrange for fertilization for that new life, whatever that new life/project is? It's hard to treat my Covid 'patience.' And I have been thinking lately how much Covid is like Ovid and Ovoid - all the potentials of the world like a global egg trying to get the temperature right to heal and be fertile. Feels like I've got a year's worth of this issue - quail eggs - to get the temperature right. It seems like the dream is saying if I rush too much and take the eggs out before they are done, they aren't solid and then I am in danger of getting egg on my face - embarrassing myself about something I have been so studiously attending to. It indicates I haven't got enough heat to make the eggs possibly 'appealing.' And those shoes changing everyday? Who the heck am I and how do I move through the world? The piercing red shoes are so sexy - get me out of the office so I can get one of these eggs done right - oo-lala! My soft fleece blanket of purple from home makes me feel how tender the spirit of this work I am attending to is. I see through red glasses, passionate vision linked to my shoes. I am very curious how my passionate way of seeing, if I deal with my impatience and concern for exposure, can be married to the work I am so intent on. [I did the projection before I listened to the dreamer's life situation so my projection would be 'blind' and now I return this lovely dream to the dreamer.]
Elaine
4/22/2020 09:03:56 am
How about Quailing as moaning/crying in response to the too many sick people. Leave a Reply. |
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