corpses

          I was riding my bike home, passing mile-marker 34 (which is actually some miles from home) when I saw a corpse by the side of the road. It was a bike rider, and I assumed he had been hit by a car. His bike was nearby. His head had been cut off and was lying nearby. His torso and limbs didn’t seem to be attached. I remembered that I’d seen it the day before, and maybe even the past few days, but I hadn’t wanted  to call the authorities. Today I decided I’d better. I did something with putting the body parts into plastic bags, but the parts were rotting and off-gassing such that the bags kept getting filled with green, slimy liquid. I’d pour the liquid out, and the stench was unbearable. When I got home I called the cops, and the detective asked how I knew he was dead, and I said he had been decapitated. Then he asked a lot more questions, and said he would be out. He asked how to find it. I told him it was on the right side of the road, right at mile marker 34.

          I continued riding my bike somewhere, and came to a turn-off in the road which led to a mill or plant of some sort. A tall, dark-haired man was walking purposefully out that road, looking around intently for something. The timing of events is confusing here, since some things happened both before and after something else. One thing was that a woman and a long baby carriage came shooting out that road, either propelled by the woman or by something else; flew across the main road and landed in some trees next to the road, bordering a steep cliff. They were dead. The man was looking for them, but also didn’t notice them shoot out, because I pointed them out to him, and he said yes, they were from the mill. He knew them, but he wasn’t interested in their deaths. The carriage was precariously teetering on the cliff, and I was very aware of the stillness all around me.

I rode back to mile marker 34 to tell the cop about the new corpses, but he had already left. He’d painted some symbols on the highway to indicate that he’d been there and taken the body.

 

Corpses certainly symbolize something which is no longer useful or is dead. Whatever they are, I don’t offer them much reverence. I ignore the man for days, and then, if you take the tall dark man to be my alter, I pretty much ignore the dead woman and baby. I have had some psychological breakthroughs in my waking life lately, and I take these corpses to be the emotional patterns I’ve given up on. Even though I didn’t feel distress at the deaths in my dream, I think its probably a good idea to recognize  and appreciate the emotional patterns which served me for so long; to sort of have a wake for them.

 

I’m not very good with numbers. 34 is pretty specific in this dream. The bicycle has two wheels, so there is that string of 2,3,4. Mile markers could be a symbol of age, so what happened to me when I was 34? I moved here. Actually, quite a lot happened to me psychologically then. Yes, I can see how a pattern began to be established then, which is not so useful for me any more. Hey, that was instructive!