On Lolita’s recommendation, I extended my stay in Spain for a few days to take part in the Curso de Mediumnidad (Course for Mediums), and after all of the interesting experiences that I had had during the previous week with my tarot reading and past life regression, I have to admit that I was really looking forward to it.  I was the first one to arrive in our cozy, attic classroom, and Lorenzo asked me,

 

“Any dreams that you want to talk about?”

 

As a matter of fact, I had had a couple of interesting dreams the night before, and I dug out my dream journal to share them with him.  In the first dream,

 

“I got onto a train or airplane in a group of four people, but all the rows of seats were in groups of three.  The others all sat down together in one row, and I had to sit apart, with my back to them, facing the door and some other people that I didn’t know.  (There were two sets of three seats facing each other… I was alone in one row, and the strangers were in the other row facing me.”  That was the end of the dream.    

 

“That’s easy,” chuckled Lorenzo.  “It’s about the course.  There are four students.  You see yourself as being apart from the group.” 

 

I gave a sheepish grin, because I had complained to him earlier about how I always feel on the outside looking in with groups… especially in terms of my acting class.  So this was about my anxiety about fitting in with the group.  Lorenzo elaborated that maybe I felt this way because of the language barrier or because I perceived the other students as being more advanced… two of them, Lolita’s boyfriend and his mother, were Reiki practitioners, and the other woman apparently had some experience with the spirit world.  But he assured me that I was there because I belonged there and that I would take out of the course what I needed to take… that everyone would get what they needed to get out of this course.

 

“What’s the other dream?”  he asked.

 

“I was waiting on the platform for a train to arrive.  I think I had it in my mind that I was going to cross the tracks and keep going, but the conductor surprised me by calling out my full name, indicating that there was a seat for me on the train.  I got on and went directly to my seat.  (I don’t know how I knew which seat was mine, but I knew).  It was an aisle seat in the second or third row, and it seemed to be in the first class section, because the seats were quite wide.  There was already a guy sitting in the window seat of the same row.  He had his legs spread far apart, the way that guys tend to do, and even though there was an empty seat between us, his legs were encroaching on my space, and I resented it.  I looked down and noticed that my knees were turned inward (toward him), and that our knees were touching.  The guy had a big tub of popcorn in his hands, and there was another guy sitting in the seat directly in front of me.  The other two seats in his row were empty.  The guy in front of me said that they were going to show a movie, and I said that I hoped it was going to be a good movie, because the movies they usually showed on trains and buses were pretty bad.  The guy next to me offered to share his popcorn, and I felt more friendly toward him, so I didn’t mind the intrusion of his legs so much.  The movie started, and I could see that it was a period piece, perhaps an epic saga… something that I was really going to enjoy.”

 

“This dream is also about the course,” said Lorenzo.  “What do you think it’s telling you?”

 

I guessed that it was telling me that there was a place for me here… that I belonged, and that there was a seat with my name on it.  The start of the movie showed me that this was something that I was really going to enjoy.  In retrospect, I think that I started feeling closer to the other students after they opened up and started sharing more of themselves during the course, and as I opened up and started sharing more as well.

 

I wish all dreams were this easy to interpret.