Yeti

Recurring themes seem to be the composition of this weeks dreams. This post; the yeti.

On the side of the road I find myself at a house that I apparently own. The house is a two story house with a large wrap around porch for the second story. The raised porch has been freshly built; the smell of mahogany is fresh. On the porch a brand new brushed aluminum grill sits to the side. What a great view off into the forest and down a large hill that overlooks a range of mountains.

My friends come over to enjoy a barbecue. We cook turkey burgers, boca burgers, brats, and some chicken. We joke around at a large table on the deck with an equally large canopy. The party is pretty busy with the deck holding quite a few people sitting and standing. Some people socially work inside preparing various foods. Children run back and forth as they do.

Slowly, sound starts to fade and everybody notices. A sort of supernatural quieting occurs. The grill stops hissing and echoing sound. Voices become more and more quiet regardless of the level and attempt to utter louder. Children laughter and yelling becomes non existent.

Around the corner of the house a loud bellowing echoes through the woods and off the house. Loose objects such as silverware and glasses tremble in fear with each yell. A tall brown man-like beast nearly 15 feet tall rounds the corner of the house. Ears that are elf-like protrude straight to the side of its head. Its hair is dark brown with light brown streaks vertically strewn about its body. The hair looks thick yet clean. The beast yells and howls filling the void between the trees and up to the onlookers above.

The look in its eyes look scared, hurt, yet fearsome at the same time. The beast goes on a rampage uprooting small trees, throwing objects left on the ground from children, and pounding on the side of the house. All is quiet except the screams of the beast. People run and scatter in fear into the house. I am left alone on the deck as I watch the beast. I should be afraid but I am oddly glad that the beast is here. I feel a kindred spirit to this sad beast.

The beast peers deep into my soul with its dark brown eyes. White whiskers protrude from its cheeks that are almost cat-like. Its teeth are needle-like and fill the beasts mouth in rows; like a shark. Muscle form can be seen beneath the hair implying a stout and strong beast.

However, the beast does not make any attempt to harm me. The beast seems aggravated and feeling an intense amount of sorrow. What do I do? The howling is deafening, its eyes are terribly sad.

I woke up with the familiarity that this has happened in the past. The beast frequents my dreams doing the exact same thing. In my curiosity I decide to research what the yeti in dreams may mean.

First I find a disclaimer that the yeti is a powerful spiritual and emotional figure and all interpretations should be scrutinized carefully. With that being said, the yeti appears to foreshadow an emotional or spiritual event that may occur in the near future. Conquering the yeti in a dream can symbolize a triumph over ones emotional and spiritual self.

The yelling and painful grimace on the yetis face make me think that some spiritual or emotional truth is feeling angst or grief. The peaceful and thankful presence; however, make me second guess this.

To take a step back; the night before I had this dream I had an interesting night giving to the poor and talking philosophically to a homeless man. Perhaps, just perhaps, the yeti yelling and screaming with a peaceful air about symbolizes a victory spiritually and naturally. Maybe I reached a plateau and gained a oneness with the mystical beast; the yeti.

I wonder what you think...