kevyn: (Default)
( Feb. 16th, 1999 09:00 am)
I dreamt of roses: big, red, trellis-climbing garden roses.

I'm in Beast's backyard (though Beast never actually appears in this dream). He's living in a trailer, and strangely enough his backyard sits on a circular drive where other homes sit with their backyards to the street.

I am admiring all of the flowers growing in his backyard, and the side of his trailer is covered in plants, in hanging baskets, in window boxes flowers, and roses climbing everything. There are pink roses and there are red roses. There are red roses in the other backyards around the circle.

An older couple, neighbors of Beast, are making their way around the circle, stopping at each yard to examine only the red roses. I know that the red roses in every yard have come from the red roses in the old couple's yard. Has Beast stolen them, I wonder?

They finally get to the yard I am in, and nod to me, smiling, before turning their attention to Beast's red roses. The old woman says, "Oh, they are doing so well here!"

Thinking maybe Beast has stolen them, I try to defend him. "Maybe their seeds blew over here?"

"No," the old man answers. "It is easier to get these growing when you transplant them from someplace else..."

...And I wake up (have to pee!)

Now, in thinking about this dream, it occurs to me that the rose is not symbolizing to me what it would symbolize to most people - love. It may be symbolizing that, but there is a deeper possibility that it is symbolic of : Spirituality. The reason why I think that is the Buddhist parable of he rose garden, which has floated in my conscious mind for a long time now.

It goes like this:

Religion is like a rose garden.
A garden filled only with roses is quite beautiful.
But how much more beautiful is that garden
if it is filled with many kinds of flowers?

I find that sentiment -- of the beauty of diversity in the garden of spirituality - to be most comforting. It is a powerful visual image for me, and thus I don't just equate roses with love.

There is also another possibility, one which I give less credence to: Kevin once told me that all of us -- Me, Kevin, Beast, and some others -- have been together in a past life, in some sort of abbey or convent or monastery, which featured as a central symbol 2 roses in stained glass.

Apparently, in this life we are brought together not to make the same mistakes of past lives. I take Kevin's pronouncements of this nature with a grain of salt, but who knows, maybe this is a reason for this imagery.


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