Thank you, Midnite. Your time and efforts are appreciated it, and what an insightful interpretation. It makes plenty of sense to me, dream excuses included. The clutter is very true, but I have started to remove some of it, which is probably why the dream proposed I was on the right track.
I often have very vivid and symbolic dreams, though I think I should think more carefully about their messages.
I remember this morning, though, some dream was getting on my nerves, not a symbolic one, though it had meaning and I knew what it was. I became lucid, then said 'stop' to all that was before me. The lights switched off into darkness. Later, after waking up and returning to sleep, I was able to force myself back into the dream and explain things I really wanted to explain, which I prepared before returning to sleep. It was quite useful.
Oh, I once had a dream where, at one point, a black cat's paw got ripped away. Then, on the black paw, there were three white spiders. That eventually lead to a swarm of insects and giant spiders, which was nasty business, but I always thought the black paw and three white spiders was symbolic for something. I just didn't know what, but it happened in a dream in which I was very angry.
There was another dream I felt to be quite special. Actually, three dreams, one after another. In the first, a white lion was aggressive and quickly chasing me in enclosed spaces. In the second, a black lion was calmly and slowly stalking me in open spaces. In the third, a regular lion rescued me and I sat on its back as it jumped into the sky and into the light.
Ok, one more (I'll have to limit myself here
). There was a dream in which I was surrounded by rocky mountains, cliffs, etc. The place was unfamiliar, but there was something about it that caught my attention. Nearby, there was this long horn, which was old and it made me think of Greek times, for some reason. Anyway, I decided to blow the horn, which made its sound. But then, the ground started to rumble, and in the distance came a huge tsunami wave. I remember ducking behind rocks for cover, watching the water shoot past me into the cliffs nearby, lifting up and then, with no place to go, coming back my way where it would consume me. It may not sound like much, but in that moment, with a dream as lifelike as life, I can't begin to express the 'wow' factor it produced.