Lest you think this is a euphemism for an extremely lively and exciting love life – think again. The tiger in question was in my head, in my dream and in my bed this morning. “So what’s the deal? You’re a wild woman. You’re bound to have an overactive imagination.”
Hmm true. Yes, I do have very vivid dreams from time to time, and they are often significant. However, it’s been very quiet on the nocturnal fantasy front for a while. Hence why a large, very, very vibrant orange and black, extremely hungry and clearly hunting for his next meal sort of a tiger registered as off the Dream Richter scale.
So dramatically powerful was this beast that I woke up totally discombobulated and had a quick check to see that it was not lurking behind the wardrobe. Millie my Yorkshire terrier WAS at the foot of the bed – tho’ looking totally bemused.
Anyway, back to the tiger. I am now trying to make some sense of the ‘message’ I was given. My conclusion, after 2 cups of strong tea, is that my subconscious has clearly being trying to tell me things quietly and persistently these last few weeks. As I have failed to pay sufficient attention – it decided to shout at me. i.e. Here is a very scary tiger coming to eat you – do something! Geddit?
OK, OK I got it. Message roughly translated reads “Call yourself a Wild Woman - Huh? Then get up face your fears and tame this wild and scary thing before it eats you.”
So let’s backtrack to the dream. There I am stumbling on my hands and knees around the back of a car (please don’t ask why). The fact that it is on my hands and knees is very significant. And then WOW – right in my face is the tiger. We are nose to nose – so close I can see its whiskers, the fluffy little hairs on its nose oh...... and how could I forget – the HUGE canines. Yikes! Yikes! and triple Yikes. I slowly get up, turn and walk away purposeful-like. ‘Tis never a good idea to run in case the tiger thinks to give chase.
Then magically a shed appears. Yes, I said - shed. You know, your common or garden 6 x 4 shed and helpfully the door is open. Whew. I dash in and close the door. Safe - or so I think. Whoops the other end of the shed is also open.......I pause to reflect for a nanosecond that some sadist is designing this dream for me... and the tiger is now at the other door licking his lips.
Just at that movement I see the zoo keeper – a young woman. She looks extraordinarily like me. Well like me with long hair about 30 years ago. “Help!” I squeak– could you please feed the tiger ..........NOW! “Sure.” The young woman responds by lobbing a huge steak - you know the sort you see in every Disney cartoon with the white fat round the outside and the bone in the middle. The tiger leaps, catches it in mid air and retires to the corner to chomp happily.
I close the shed door. I am now safe but in the dark. The tiger is still out there. Hmm. That wasn’t too clever. I do not wish to live in the shed. Besides I have to get up soon, feed the chickens, walk the dogs and start work at my PC.
I open the door. The tiger is curled up in the corner, contentedly licking its lips and comfortably replete after eating the huge steak. I walk up to it. It is still huge, orange (please see paragraph above for full description) .....yet he poses no threat. I turn and walk away. The young woman is waves and sends a friendly grin.
Aha! A light bulb moment dawns:
Confucius he say “Face the tiger down. Call on your inner reserves when you need help. Ask and it will come. The solution may be very simple and you already have the answer within you.”
The chickens have been fed, the dogs walked, I’m back at my PC and sending out joining instructions for our next Go Wild for a Change – Personal Discovery weekend.
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