Dream: $300 & Confronting White Male Priviledge

Dreams give insights into things happening in culture which need changing. If we think of a dream as belonging to us just because we are the one who experienced it then we are sorely wrong. Dreams belong to everyone. A dream comes through the dreamer and has lessons for the dreamer but the messages are for everyone. The metaphors in dreams help us to understand important messages for our own personal growth and for the growth of a family, community or nation. 

These dream images have a lot to do with money and feelings of safety or security. In the old paradigm, women used to depend on men to support them financially. Alternatively some women would try to collect charity to help them get through rough times. In some cultures, family members who earn the most money share with their parents and siblings. The important thing to remember is that women’s equality is the most important social justice issue of our time and one of the most significant parts of this equality is financial. 

The metaphors in this dream series show where there is strength of character, in stating that there is no need to depend on a man for money.

23 May 2017

In the dream I received an envelop from my mom and as I looked at it more closely I saw it was also from my sister, dad and ex-husband. It had a $25 gift card in it. As I looked more closely I saw it had cash too – $300 in total. “Huh,” I said to myself. “That’s a good amount of money to receive.”

In another dream, I was watching an animal show which people were getting entertained with. I could not understand how they could find it entertaining to watch animals behave like people. There were some eagles in the show.

As I was watching through the gate I saw a monkey who was dressed in overalls put some sunglasses on. At first he flung them off distastefully. Then he went back to them. When he was reaching for them, my sister grabbed at them through the fence. Then the monkey looked disappointed. My sister threw them back over the fence but when they landed they caught the attention of the crowd. The monkey waddled over to the glasses, curious and wanting to still play with them, but a bigger monkey came along and grabbed at them. The smaller first monkey just waddled backwards, like waiting in line. But I could see the bigger monkey was going to keep the glasses for himself.

I felt such pity for that first monkey and was puzzled by the behaviour of my sister which would do something to mock and hurt the feelings of this small monkey. It was almost as though she took pleasure out of toying with him.

That was my dream.

In another part I was talking to a wealthy white woman who made her way to the top by connecting with a wealthy white male. She was trying to give me financial advice. I looked at her right in the eye and I told her that her way doesn’t work for me.

She looked pretty stunned and backed away. She tried to make excuses and I said, “Look! I like you and I appreciate what you did for us when we were children but I don’t like who you’ve become and I don’t want to be like you.”

I admitted mistakes I made with her – I told her I was sorry for turning to her when I needed help. She said she understood.

Then  again, I was walking down the street with a woman who is Asian and married to a wealthy white male. She tried to talk to me as though I was like her and I just said, “Lookit! What you say and do has very little value to me. I’m not doing it the way you do it (ie sleep with a wealthy white male in order to gain prestige and prosperity).” I showed her this little Elmo toy I was playing with.

“See this! That is the extent to which I value your high-end stuff. I’d rather play with children’s toys than talk about what you are talking about.”

I could see in her eyes she knew I was right and that I was stronger than she was and that she wished/wishes she could do it like me. But she couldn’t. She was too attached and too tangled up. It was hopeless for her. She was so jealous of me.

Our conversation ended like that.

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