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Topics which I hope to post are puns in dreams, grading “archetypal” dreams, content analysis of dreams, the Gestalt approach, lucid dreams, dreams as predictors of illness or physiological condition, the importance of dream series, psychic aspects of dreams, the future in dreams, early memories in dreams, etc.
From time to time I may post a dream of mine in order to illustrate a point (or just because I feel like it).
Just a few dream dropping from today or last night. Only in order they come to me: I am at my society grandmother’s who insists on changing the bed, down to the mattress. I am helping her. Next I am abroad, on dry land looking out the window at the Mediterranean or–no, I struggle for the name. Like more Turkish. I see amazing statues and scenes and am having trouble capturing them with my camcorder. Apparently some people travel through underground tubes. I think folks are friendly, even the police, As I wake up (another false knocking on door) I think how different this dream was from earlier ones. I felt at home at these grandparents, who seemed to treat me as part of the family. In searching for possible “day residues” I remember attending a drag show as part of Pride day 2 days ago. Being in a foreign land made me a teeny bit anxious about death, but I woke with a feeling of accomplishment for having such an adventurous dream.
Phone to Myself
…There is someone on the first man’s phone that you can push and talk to yourself back and forth (hear your voice). When I first push the button a black woman’s voice comes on and I ask her if she is a real person and she says yes.
Remembrance and reflection how allied.
What thin partitions divides sense from thought.
Alexander Pope — from Jeffey
EXTREMELY ATYPICAL DREAM (FOR ME) — June 23, 2002
Found in my loose papers while cleaning out: “Dream the morning after my co-consciousness sharing in group” [which I don’t recall]
There was something in the beginning about my father, but I don’t recall. Perhaps I had refused to ever speak to him again.
We had bought a house on a river and found a crack in the bank parallel to the river. Seems the house was in danger of falling victim to a flood.
Unclear whether this was the same house or not, but two female friends and I visited the house to do some research with the unconscious.
We had no reason to believe that the house was haunted, but strange things began to happen in the house. Seems we came on two separate occasions. I don’t recall too much what happened the first visit–though there were definitely strange goings-on.
During the second visit I experienced more–I went out on the porch and got two glimpses of people silently passing–like going down an escalator, though they were gauzey. Either the phone rang on the porch or I called someone who turned out to be the husband of one of my friends there. It was John Woodrow, and I told him that we didn’t know the house was haunted and that some “definitely occult” things were happening.
Back inside, I saw the shower start running by itself. I went back in and in a corner, like behind a bar, two male faces appeared. For some reason I wasn’t afraid, and found myself even liking the entities. I said so, and they replied in a friendly fashion.
Inside the house his wife said she had already told him something about the experience.
Then the water in the shower comes on by itself [again?] . The bathroom phone rings and a voice remind me that there is a drain in the floor.
I am in another room instructing my two friends to sit down and make sworn statements about their experiences the first two days. I reflected how it all had begun with my interest in researching the unconscious…
WHEN WE HAVE A DREAM:
WHEN WE HAVE A DREAM: 1. Record it 2. Date it 3. Write it in the present tense 4. Give it a title, then look at it for the following:
Is there a subliminal message?
Does it tie into day residue of the day or days before?
Check it for the 6 pun possibilities.
Is it a recurring theme?
Are recurring symbols in it?
Extract the theme and reflect.
Reflect on feelings in the dream.
Free associate to the symbols.
Amplify the symbols (Gestalt, dialogue with, express, etc.)
Does the dream reflect me, my life, a conflict, a relationship, etc.?
Is the dream compensatory? If so, what about my life is it commenting on?
Is the dream prospective? If so, in what way?
Could it reflect developmental impasses?
Does it reflect an earlier trauma?
Annivesary reminder- this time another year what happened?
Does the dream reflect our physical state?
Is it a wish fulfillment?
Does it make us aware of an emotion not fully experienced?
Does it complete that which was dimly perceived in our waking state? (Poetzl)
Did the dreamer behave in a non-useful way? If so, re-visualize and allow a different behavioral response.
Share this dream with another, if it seems appropriate.
Was the dream lucid, and if so, did the dreamer control the dream?
Is the dream archetypal? If so, what in the dreamer’s life prompted it? Do the archetypes expand awareness of the personality?
How will the dreamer change his/her self as a result of the dream?
If the dreamer can extract a gift from the dream to share, do it.
Reflect on your “growing edge” or incubated question and see if the dream addresses that.
Does the dream differ in any way from earlier dreams or reflect a change?
Does it feel reincarnational?
Does it contain any early memories?
A birth dream?
Comparisons of the beginnings and ends of dreams are of great prognostic significance, and when dreamers move toward improvement during dreams, prognoses for spontaneous and therapeutic improvement are favorable . As a rule, nightmares do not augur a worsening of dreamer’s personal conditions.
Both affecttive upheaval and the dreamer’s resultant mobility are much more favorable than affective flatness or passive resignation.
Escaping psychosocial relations, by whatever means, is contrary to the dreamer’s well-being; no one can truly live alone and remain sane.
6-13-2012 JOURNAL ENTRY – WOW
LAST NIGHT I READ the following dream I had earlier:
This morning I was awakened by insistent knocking, as I have experienced from time to time and have always dismissed it as my Unconscious telling me it was time to get up. I looked at my watch and saw it was only 6:30 am so I went back to sleep. When I finally woke for good about 9 am I recalled the dream I had last night and and realized for the first time that the knocking may have been from a dissociated part of me “in the walls.”
A DREAM I had before waking at 9 a.m. involved a woman who somehow was telling me about having been incested as a child. As she was leaving I felt it would be cruel to let her go, feeling isolated and guilty, not to share that I, too, had been incested. I told her and she threw her arms around me in gratitude. Somewhere in that dream I told my daughter L. that she didn’t appreciate herself enough (being obsequious with a guy who was taking advantage of her) –Should take more pride in herself?
I have been stuck in copying my dreams how often I have denied being afraid or how they end with my escaping the tornado for instance and not being afraid.
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(Not a dream): I also remember a couple (or more) times in the past when I have said hurtful things to male friends I cared about. It just came out of me but I felt little control of my words. Upon two occasions they much later queried me as to why I had said those things, and I confessed I didn’t know.
Dream night of 1-8-2012 WOMAN BETWEEN WALLS
I dreamed a woman was hiding between walls because a man was after her. I got her to come out and tried to find rooms to hide her in. I see him down the street and pull the trigger on him, expecting to see blood from the bullet across his chest but the gun is out of bullets. Now he seems to be after me. I go to neighbors for help, even talk to the police who don’t seem to take it seriously. They indicate he often causes problems but is an alcoholic and doesn’t really hurt anybody. I see someone leading the man back to his home.
In my journal I wrote “Is this why I’ve undertaken this book and earlier described dissociation as the memories threatening perception and events which secrete themselves within the walls of the house. The insides of the walls are not connected to each other , and memories contained in one wall can take on a life of its own, unbeknownst to the owner of the house, and the other walls.,,,But now at 76 does it make sense to try and reclaim part of myself? Alice Miller seems to think so.”
I am all weird and weepy today, un
-prepared for the wily way the world
twists and turns to and fro and far
and wee. Can you see the sun be
-hind all this gray? Let’s breathe,
and ask these clouds to play a game
of fear hide-and-seek. Will You keep
me safe? I’ve got miles to go and very
Srong, long dream Afternoon of April 10, 2016 –(Guilt)
I am lying in bed with my infant son. He wants to put his little penis in me and I let him, momentarily. Next scene Is at a neighborhood party where I overhear my infant son telling people how he had put his penis in me. Rather than deny it, I leave and return home (next door?) When the other family members return home it had been decided (by the neighbors) that we need to move away. The balance of the dream is going through our things and packing up to move.
(In the middle of the dream –from my other hemisphere? -was a bus ride to another city and having no money to go further, whereupon I apparently catch a ride back home, with acquaintances.)
My father is helping us pack up and I learn that after we re-locate he and my Mom are planning to split. There isn’t enough room in the car for all our stuff and I suggest we hire a small trailer, which we do. Upon or near to waking I realize we should just rent a U-Haul which can be driven (our car hasn’t enough power to pull the small trailer up hills). After the family has emptied rooms of things to take, I discover many of my small mementoes left, so I pack them up and stuff them all in the moving vehicle.
DAY RESIDUE: Local news article yesterday: Three women on one street in town had their autos broken into and large amounts of money stolen. The police were unsure about the possible connections, and how the thief knew there was money (cards, wallet, etc.) in those particular cars, or why the women had left the money in the cars. Reading the article, I became suspicious and wondered how they were feeling about the news clip.
I WENT BACK TO BED AFTER TYPING THIS, and RESUMED THE DREAM:
It’s unclear whether we have already moved or not. I walk to the corner for something and wherever I walk am called names by people–even shopkeepers. When I get home I am determined to legally change my name, so that I won’t be identified in the future. college. and profession. At home, when my father hears I’m leaving and my mother is going with me, he is angry and physically threatening and throws something at me. At one point, when I return to the former house I learn that one of the neighbor dogs has been killed by a vehicle and the other one is gone. The neighbors have gotten new dogs. I think of calling old friends to tell them. My mother is trying to make a telephone call but receives a hostile response. We are broke and I have to apply for a job, and want to make a good impression so we decide to go to a thrift store.
DAY RESIDUE: Today is my deceased little sister’s birthday.
Cleaning out my stuff I found a couple of items from–(I’ll fill in when I come across it again) I have been under the impression that occasionally I give myself a “good dream” to make me feel better, if I’m at a low point. I didn’t recall having this experience described before, but here’s one example from the above non-attributed author writing from a Jungian perspective, p. 133 — “My personal father had spoken to me, but in the words of the archetypal father (God). In other words, it was a therapeutic dream in which my father complex had been constellated by my depressed state and had compensated for it, so that I could get up the following morning better able to meet the demands of the day…”
P. 136: “Although multiple personality is a comparatively rare clinical condition, it is true to say that we are all multiple personalities in our dreams and our fantasies. None of us is a unity, each of us is a crowd. All of these personalities are the product of innate predisposition interacting with experience, and every night we encounter a selection of them in our dreams.”