Waiting for Him

Dream:

The Animus takes me on a ride in his truck. I am in the back of the pick-up. He goes really fast down a hill with lots of wild curves. I am terrified and cannot breathe during this ride. He then parks the truck and I sit in the back. He does not come to the back of the truck to get me. I wait and wait, so afraid he is not coming.

In this dream, I am asked to wait for the Animus, in my fear. And I end up doubting that He will come to me. Doubting that the Animus is there for me is a common pattern in my life. I often do not trust that He will come for me, so then I slip into isolation and panic, projecting this fear onto others in the world. So I drew myself sitting in the back of the truck, waiting for him, shaking from fear. The dark shadow of my doubt, my pathology, hovers right underneath me as I listen to the voice saying He will never come for you. Yet the longer I stay there waiting, the less power this judging voice has for me. And I can feel the heat and passion of his hand reaching for me, to hold me at the site of my wound- where I need him the most. This dream shows how even when frozen with fear and doubt, and I feel the shadow of my doubting and isolation, the heat of his hand is there, reaching for me, to help heal my wound and my soul-self.