3 scenes from a dream this afternoon, and a pondering about who she is:
The lady is slender and tall, with shoulder length red hair, and some amount of fame and possible notoriety associates with her. Who she is, is up for interpretation, but I feel her fame needs to proceed her, as the events described attach themselves easily to the price of fame?
When I first encounter her, she is pouring her man into the back seat of a black luxury car, as he is so far gone from some active addiction that he has lost all faculty of movement. I pause in my walk along the street, puzzled by this scene, and ask her, "Why are you still with him?"
At which point, she turns, with a tear on her cheek, and recounts a story from ten or more years gone by, and the scene in the dream dissolves into scenes from that story.
The two are seen on a stage, he in a formal black tuxedo, and she in a flowing white dress; they are practicing dance movements haltingly and stutteringly. Then, all of a sudden, as their eyes meet, or perhaps as his hand provides a strong anchor of support, something clicks. She begins to move freely with him, falling into the tempo of a tango, letting go of all worries of the outside world and the audience filtering in.
Several hours later, I now see her backstage, wrapped in nothing but the black tuxedo coat, positively beaming. He is tending to her needs, still dressed in all but the coat, and soaked thru and thru. I want to say that there's blood on his lips, too.
I'm thinking the tango turned into a bit of burlesque, and I want to associate this with a pivotal moment of overcoming stage fright, where the lady surrendered to this man.
Now, this is a dream, so who the lady is, is still up for interpretation. My first association actually thought maybe this was Lucille Ball, and correspondingly Desi Arnez. Then, I thought maybe it could be Cher..? Most likely, though, thinking about her physique, I probably modeled her after a real-life burlesque performer (who was incredibly hot) I saw during the Texas Burlesque Review at South by SouthWest.
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It's a dream, dude, so the question to ask is: "who is she, to you?" Everything within the dream comes from within you, and so it's kind of like talking to yourself. Our subconsciouses, though, being contrary as they are, insist upon speaking to us in code, only. (O-kay, a little less mystically: dreams get organized out of fairly random neural firings and symbol activations in our sleeping brains. The story, organization, symbolism, etc., though, are all applied by our waking minds to the memories of these randomized firings, so it's something like a Rorschach ink-blot picture; we see in our dreams what we want to see, not necessarily anything that is inherent in the dream itself. Even in the case of lucid dreaming, it is our waking mind that is in control and that is interpreting the dream, but the dream elements arise from the somewhat randomized neural firings of a brain at sleep.)
The classic interpretation would hold that this red-haired lady is your anima; she is, to a very significant degree, you, yourself--your vitalizing spirit. You are chained to something that is both supportive of you and draining upon you. You're doing well--the luxury vehicle and the fine clothing indicate this--but, perhaps, you could be doing better. There is more to success than material well-being, after all (and material well-being in a dream, btw, does not always equate to wealth in the real world; it can also be equivalent to achieving certain goals or milestones in ones life). Perhaps there is something for which you are striving, something in your life you wish to achieve, that past mistakes or regrets are holding you back from achieving? Can you let go of what is holding you back? Or, despite its vampiric leaching of your potential and strength, is this thing that holds you back also somehow supporting you, protecting you, leading you firmly in the dance of life so you needn't worry about a misstep?
That's a classic interpretation. Your dreams are your own stories, though, told to yourself by yourself. So everything I've said may just be purest b.s. Start by answering the question, "who is she, to you?" Be open to some unusual and possibly unsettling answers as you meditate upon it. It can be eye-opening, sometimes.
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