Today I realize a dream, to start a blog in which I post my dreams.
I have recorded and studied my dreams for years. My therapist,
Black-eyed Susan, tells me everyone in my dreams is me. For my own
part I have been trying to analyze my dreams not from the aspect of
the action but rather from the feelings that different parts of the
dream give me. Something new for me to use emotion rather than
logic to understand.
I had this dream and wrote it out a couple weeks ago. Just now got
around to editing, spell checking, and posting it. It is a break
through in my understanding of my dreams.
Last night I dreamed I was staying in a vacation home with my sister
and nephew. We had to check out and were in a hurry to pack-up.
There was a lot of nick-knacks and various curios on the shelves and
tables. And a great many pictures and items hanging on the walls.
They had been put there by Ja and his friends a couple of days
before. It annoyed me that they had put out all this stuff that now
had to be packed. I was hurriedly grabbing things and putting them
into boxes. Several people tried to make suggestions as to the best
way to do this, which annoyed me to no end. I was anxious to get
this stuff packed and to get on to packing my bed and other
belongings.
TWII, my former boss's husband was there helping us as were some of
Ja's friends. TWII shows up in my dreams with some frequency. The
room we were staying in was attached to cabin #10 in the resort.
After I a woke I began thinking about the dream and what it was
about. First there is the situation, having to move, one of the most
stressful situations for me. There was Ja, flighty, energetic,
unconcerned. TWII, authoritarian, solid, a father figure. Ja's
friends, random elements. And Cabin #10 another frequent visitor
in my dreams. The cabin is not as significant as the owner,
Mr. G. long time president of the home owners association at the
Resort. And as the name suggest something of a grump and a stickler
for details. #10 came to represent difficult people and situations
and my fear of not doing things right.
So I realized today here were different parts of me playing out the
conflict within.
Survus,
OWL
A life time of dreams. Dreams of a life time. Shadows of my selves. Images of night. Precious gifts of father Morpheus. Nothing here is real. Every illusion is truth.