As of late I've been dreaming every day, strange dreams of transformation. They take place in Mexico, and I'm usually moving between houses, or renovating my house. A deceased majestic black dog that I used to own as a teenager often appears. This dog was strong-willed, independent and stubborn, yet loyal to its master. However, in my recent dreams the dog has appeared caged.
I have a job, I have a girlfriend, and I no longer entertain vice. As of late the thing that worries me the most is that I'm spending too much money dining out. I'm entertaining no ideas of great adventures, no aspirations beyond being competent at work, no physical activity beyond my yoga practice.
I don't know where this stream of consciousness comes from, or where it is headed. I shall just continue.
A part of myself is a wild man, and when the domesticated man takes complete charge of my life, the wild man withers. The wild man is my mitochondria, the source of energy my life. In my dreams, the black dog represents my wild man. It is unhappy being caged.
But this is just a station. I'm moving between homes. When I settle down, I will let the black dog roam free again. The great adventures, the lofty aspirations, and the frenetic dancing will come back once the transformation is complete. Be patient, wild man.