Continued from Tony Perez's Electronic Diary (October 19, 2018 - March 12, 2019) http://tonyperezphilippinescyberspacebook41.blogspot.com/

Photo by JR Dalisay / April 21, 2017

Thursday, June 16, 2022

Your Messenger message:

"Hi Tony! I never thought I'd consult you about a dream but this one was rather weird. I went to the wake of my dad's friend with my family. I knew it was Rudy Fernandez for some reason. (My dad didn't know him personally in real life). The wake was held at a multi-storey bamboo hut. The place was huge. I can still see the bamboo slat floors and bamboo steps. There were people everywhere. Some were cooking on the floor. For some reason, we couldn't get to the floor where the casket is. It was on the topmost level and we can see the funeral flowers and the visitors from the window. We even went outside to figure out a way there so we can pay our respects. As far as I know, that's where the dream ended. I woke up with a sense of dread. I would appreciate it if you can shed some light on this. Thank you for your time."


My reply:

Hello ________!

In this dream your psyche is telling you that your old Self is dying, if not already dead. The bamboo structure is your home country, which you may have left behind for good. Rudy Fernandez is one of your former alter-egos, probably because you used to admire him. The bier is on an upper floor because you refuse to view the cadaver in the coffin--a result of the defense mechanism denial.

A person who goes abroad to live there is never the same person he was before migrating, no more than a former resident can expect to be in exactly the same house he left behind. In a foreign country, many things change: careers, values, friends, companions, love interests, health issues, life objectives, and dreams. It is, indeed, dreadful to be reminded of how one has changed irreversibly.

Do a reality check once in a while. Are you happy where you are or do you wish you were not there? And, if so, what are you willing to do about it? 


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