I propose that the Sheriff goes with me. He says, “We don’t need white sheets.” I envision a crowd outside the wild west style Sheriff’s office, but as we open the door, the sea of white sheets parts for us. [Like Moses at the Red Sea.]
I’m in a small southern town as a reporter to film a Ku Klux Klan meeting. I’m in the Sheriff’s Office planning for the exposure of what is being done. For some reason, people have to attend the meeting in even numbers [Could this mean pairing with the Self?], or it won’t occur (possibly because of suspicion of our intention, but that’s not clear. There are several scenes about gathering odd or even numbers). I come from the dark back to the front of the building, and there is the Sheriff. In the end, I’m in the Sheriff’s office (like the front office of a 19th century southern Sheriff’s office in wild west movies). The Sheriff is a very tall man with very long white hair. He is wearing a light brown Sheriff’s uniform, with a gold badge. I think he & I could be an even pair to attend the KKK rally. Then it occurs to me that the Sheriff himself might be an actual member of the KKK.
Behind him I am aware of white bunting, which could be an actual KKK robe strewn across the floor. When I focus on it I realize it is more like gossamer cloth used around a Christmas tree to simulate snow. I am about to ask the Sheriff to wear a sheet and join me at the KKK rally when I wake up. End of Dream.
Active Imagination 1/29/17 == continuation of KKK dream from this morning.
I propose that the Sheriff goes with me. He says, “We don’t need white sheets.” I envision a crowd outside the wild west style Sheriff’s office, but as we open the door, the sea of white sheets parts for us. [Like Moses at the Red Sea.] In the space between the two throngs of men I see a dark path, but in the distance the rising sun, black, very bright but fully eclipsed. Light is coming out from all sides of the eclipsed sun [and I am aware that the eclipse will pass soon—hope for new light]. The Sheriff and I start walking down the path, and the sea of white sheets parts even further, and becomes less ominous, until we find ourselves in a sunny spring meadow.
[I stopped to get coffee. I had been thinking the dream had something to do with forces trying to “get me” but as I walk back to the computer, I realize I want to carry the AI further (meaning not working on the transcript of the second Edinger lecture about the Greater Personality).]
I ask the Sheriff: “So why are we in this meadow now, and all of the people with white sheets have disappeared?”
He says, “Don’t worry, we will find what you are looking for.”
To my front left, behind the Sheriff, I see an extremely dark sky, but it does not frighten me. I know that somehow I am a part of it, and comfortable with it, like I have when I’ve watched TV shows like The Universe. It is as if the Sheriff wanted to show me, but I am no longer physically seeing him in my vision.
“Come here,” he says. I move closer to him, but realizing that he somehow represents the Greater Personality that we have been talking about in the Jung Group and as in the Edinger talk. [Goose bumps down my spine, suggesting this is a kind of breakthrough.]
I think of the image of Edinger on the two talks. It suddenly tears and there is a roar, and blackness behind. I know that he too is still alive in me. I can see him alive and wriggling, as if he is floating through space, but still with me.
“Now you can go back to the transcript,” a disembodied voice says to me. [More goose bumps.] [Transcript being referred to is “Edward Edinger: Encounters with the Greater Personality.”]
[The sea of men in white sheets that parted when we came out of the Sheriff’s office reminded me of Moses parting the waters. Was it so that I could see an archetypal image of walking the line between the opposites—the connection to the collective unconscious? More goose bumps.]
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