My Actifit Report Card: August 30 2019

Previous day again, because I’m gonna just roll that way.

I had an interesting dream last night. I don’t remember very much of it. There was a situation where I was in a competition and came out victorious, but only then did I realize that the rest of my team had not yet arrived. I was heading down the wrong path, and turned back to the right way just before hitting a point of no return. A dust cloud stood between me and my proper destination. I fought a spider with some sort of bludgeon, and though it took many attempts I finally smashed it to bits.

By interesting I mean strange. It was a strange dream.

If we look at it from a Jungian perspective, with the proviso that I’m taking a stab at things and not really knowing for sure what they mean, I’ll consider the following as potential meanings.

Competing and being victorious under adverse circumstances is an affirmation of my own capabilities. I’ve been having some anxiety (in the lower-case a) over work and school recently, but I think that if I consider it honestly it’s probably under control and I just need to use my discipline.

Going down the wrong path and turning back could be metaphorical on a larger level to the whole of life; I may have made mistakes that I still need to atone for, or else I need to fully use my second chances to their full potential. The wall of dust between me and my return to normalcy was not sinister in nature, but perhaps a reminder that you can’t play with important things; if you go too far down the wrong path you might not be able to get home when the need comes.

Fighting a spider is something that I’d rather not have as a recurring element. It wasn’t a large spider, just a regular size one, but it was very hard to kill. My implement was maybe something like a poster tube or rolled up poster; flimsy and far from ideal for its purpose. It took several attempts to kill the spider, and I was rather anxious before I finally managed to best it. It was probably some sort of tarantula, given its size and coloration, though I didn’t get close enough to check if it had hairs. I’m not sure what this could represent from a psychological viewpoint. I have a phobia of insects (and arachnids; it’s anything that could broadly be considered a verminous insect in a psychological sense, and something like an ant or a ladybug does not necessarily bother me). So it could strictly relate to that, or its greater meaning could come from that. To tie into the first part of my dream, this could be an indication of a conflict with the thing which I hate and fear and a future triumph over it (though what this would be I am not certain of). It’s worth noting that my phobia is such that I would have a hard time replicating my acts in my dream in reality, though if confronted with the choice of a living spider I had to avoid or a dead spider that I had to approach I might choose the latter with discomfort.

Or it could just have been something I ate near bed-time.

Daily Activity, Walking