About a month ago, I had a dream about a man who was being hunted by an assassin. I loved this man very much, and I sat in his presence in a mountain hide out that contained only white futons on the floor and large windows looking out on mountain ranges. Being with him felt blissful, as if I had found some lost family member. I just wanted to sit with him and hold his hand. He was a slight man, young, and quiet. He was not typically masculine, by which I mean that he was not a strong man, physically, or swarthy or aggressive in any way. He had a profound stillness about him, a calmness you would associate with a saint. All I can say is that I loved him with all my heart. That's what it felt like.
This dream seems to me to represent an important development in terms of my
animus--my inner masculine. I want to make a book for this dream figure, and also for
Uncle Gary. I think that Uncle Gary's heart problem will be the subject of the left side of the book, and this new hunted holy man will be the subject of the right side of the book. He seems to be a healer. As for the assassin, always lurking in the shadows, I'm not sure what to do...
