Mounds of Ravioli


Since I believe that while we sleep our dreams process information and thoughts in a way that allows our subconscious mind to compartmentalize the experience of our daily lives, I am compelled to tell you about a dream I had last night.

I jot down my dreams and analyze them when I have time. My Aunt, a therapist, taught me, decades ago, about a method of breaking down my dreams, to provide a practical application in real life. This is my latest analysis.

The dream took place in the basement of my childhood home, with one major difference – it was the same layout and décor, but enlarged the size of a banquet hall.

Already my biggest fears started to emerge. The thought of feeding large numbers of people makes me nauseous and I generally leave that task to my Mom, who is a master of happily feeding oodles of guests.

In this dream, there are only a couple of faces I recognize and they have all finished their pasta and plates are empty in front of them on all of the tables. I found it odd, though, as they appear unsatisfied and waiting for something.

In order to get a better look, I climbed up on this massive, steel scaffolding structure that was the size of a tall, sky scrapper building. Two people were already up there and we could see the entire gathering, all of the tables and everything that was going on

It was at that moment, I realized that the appetizer table with trays and trays of food was practically untouched and there were mounds and mounds of uneaten ravioli in warming trays, piled at least four feet high on three large rectangular tables in the corner.

To my horror, I concluded that I had not instructed the guests to help themselves to the appetizers or ravioli before each table was served platters of regular pasta. As I looked around, I realized that everyone was just sitting there, waiting, knowing that they were missing something and knowing that they were unsatisfied.

What was baffling to me though, was that the tables and mounds of ravioli were in plain sight and yet no one went to help themselves. It was like they were staring at it, with their mouths watering but they were waiting for instructions and didn’t want to offend or step out of line by stating the obvious. I felt so guilty for messing up. This was a disaster and I needed to do something fast.
As we processed the problem, from the top of the scaffolding, my one friend decided to jump from the top, several stories down, to quickly address the issue. I couldn’t believe she jumped. She managed to land but you could tell she was hurting severely from the fall. She stumbled away and disappeared.

The next person, one of the volunteers, jumped, but hit the structure on the way down and the ambulance had to be called. I was terrified by the height of the structure and frozen in place. I knew that people needed me below but I just could not jump.

Instead, I turned around and clung to the bars, like a monkey, and slowly made my way down. I refused to look at the bottom, had to hang by my arms only, for some parts and then found my footing in the cross beams and a circle in the middle, which made up the structure.

One section at a time, I made my way, safely down the structure and realized that if I simply made one move at a time, I would get there and then I could I assist the crowd to get the rest of the food they were waiting for.

At the bottom, I saw a man in a housecoat, with crutches. He looked at me and said, ‘You were wise. I tried to jump too.’

In the end of analyzing my dream, I titled it, ‘Mounds of Ravioli’. I decided that the theme was that in order to help others, we must ensure our own health and wellness first. The next morale of the dream was that resources and everything we need might be right in front of us but we are either not paying attention enough to see them or we are afraid to ask.

The guests in that event would have been able to see all of the food, uneaten, getting cold and untouched in front of them but they either expected it to be brought to them or were not sure if they were permitted to touch it. Without proper direction, they instead all sat there, unsatisfied, and waited for the food to be handed to them on a platter.

After answering a series of dream analysis questions, I decided that my dream was a lesson about opening our eyes to the resources around us, to not be afraid to ask questions, to take things into our own hands, if we want something and to recognize that we often wait around, expecting other people to do things for us, instead of taking action. Then we go through life unsatisfied.

If we want something done, we have to make a plan, get really organized, ask for assistance along the way, delegate, not be afraid to speak up and ask questions, forgive ourselves when we make mistakes and ensure that we are taking care of our own health, safety and wellness along the way.

What is your life plan? Are you organized in your life and your surroundings? What action can you take to work towards your goals? Otherwise, mounds of raviolis might just go to waste….

‘Man who waits for roast duck to fly into mouth must wait very, very long time.’ ~ Chinese Proverb