The other night I dreamt of scorpions, two to be exact, grey ones. One stung me on the back when I sat down next to it on a stone. I was in the desert alone and watching/avoiding them. At a friend's suggestion I looked up these symbols in her dream dictionary--not such a kind or reassuring dream reading I am afraid.
Scorpions—To see a scorpion in your dream represents a situation in your waking life which may be painful or hurtful. It is also indicative of destructive feelings, "stinging" remarks, bitter words and/or negative thoughts being expressed by or aimed against you. You may be on a self-destructive and self-defeating path. The scorpion is also a symbol of death and rebirth. You need to get rid of the old and make room for something new.
Sting—To feel that any insect stings you in a dream, is a foreboding of evil and unhappiness. For a young woman to dream that she is stung, is ominous of sorrow and remorse from over-confidence in men.
Desert—Dreams of deserts can be a straightforward indication of emptiness, poverty, loneliness, exhaustion, loss, or even death. However, deserts often have a different representation for those dwelling in different locales. The translation of this dream symbol relies heavily on your associations with it and the tone and setting of your dream.
Now, I am not sure that I am a ‘young’ woman nor that I am feeling the loneliness associated with the desert. But the stinging words may hold some truth. Aside from the microcosm of my little English office (where we are able to laugh ….), the office and house seem to have become a places of flying words and feelings and, as of late, I feel that I am ducking and covering to avoid the punishment. It would be silly to think that this is directed at me, and, as the meandering scorpions in my dreams told me, it is only if I sit down and try to rest with these scorpions will I indeed be stung. Yes, I am choosing to ignore, to avoid, and to rise above the overwhelming milieu. Don’t get me wrong, I love Kabul, I really like people I work with, I enjoy my job and I am, for the most part, very happy. But one cannot underestimate the stress involved in working and living with the same group of people, not to mention the lack of freedom and control that one has over certain elements of life. It is getting to me. My bones are beginning to rattle as the scorpions zero in. So, I am thankful that I am jumping ship out of the desert to a wet Europe where warm hugs from old friends and new adventures await me. Two weeks respite and recovery where I am sure I will only be dreaming of rainbows, waterfalls, mountains and unicorns.
photo1: little boy in blue velvet
photo 2: recent protests by students who were frustrated with losing months of school while a political gathering takes place at the universities and dorms
photo 3: man at the market with a rice dish in his hotpot tied to his bike
photo 4: my gents washing grapes on the road from istalif
photo 5: boys with flower
