Last night's dream
It seems as if I find myself flying home from somewhere, and my biggest worry consists in how to get my extremely heavy suitcase to and from the airport...
Comment and interpretation: I find the thought of "coming home" extremely spiritually exciting. If only I could just "come home" like Dorothy, by clicking some ruby-red slippers (now, where do I find those slippers?). The extreme weight of the baggage seems to refer to karmic weight, although anyone would think I had burned off some by now (maybe I have re-incurred some since, though). Woke up thinking I could just go to a luggage shop and buy one of those little sets of wheels to just strap on to the suitcase... ;-))
Speaking of "reptilian monsters" (see Anne Rice dream below), and in the 'light' of Sebi's subsequent comments: I feel we may all have to undergo some sort of process of 'karmic stripping', that will leave us stripped of our normally simian and mammalian selves. We think of the back part of the brain, or the 'reptilian', as the most 'primitive', but that could represent a misconception, from the gnostics on. Frontal cortex equates to the monkey brain, midbrain to the mammalian/emotional, and these two together constitute our psychic (or soul) personality in gnostic terms; the backbrain, or reptilian, we can regard as the naked hylic (physical) on the one hand, but maybe the only one that also touches on the pneumatic (or spiritual)...see today's cyber-Tarot, 7 of Cups, with its 'rare and exceptional' opportunity for spiritual realization! Consider the archetype of the 'winged serpent', and the fact that birds have evolved from dinosaurs, having grown feathers and wings.... There seems no part of the brain that directly corresponds to the pneumatic, but maybe the hylic touches on it, more than the psychic (simian/mammalian, intellectual/emotional)? Hence the need for 'karmic stripping' away of 'excess baggage', and some of us seem lucky enough to experience this 'purgatory' in the bardo of this life, before the afterlife (so much of my Carmelite spirituality, and no more, remains with me)? I.e. the spiritual life, in the bardo of this life, seems about getting rid of as much 'baggage' as you can, before you get to the afterlife... till we seem but 'skinned rabbits', even in this life?
Afterthought: walking to Gawith Villa, I suddenly recall the image of the soul weighed against the feather of Ma'at in the Egyptian vision of the afterlife, and realise that the karmic stripping must continue, until our soul weighs only the weight of a feather, of truth (Ma'at) ;-))