Saturday, August 17, 2013

Dream On!

A conversation in a car on route to a weekend away led to a discussion about dreaming. Apparently we all do it but not all of us remember what we have dreamed about in the morning.
In my youth – particularly my torrid, turbulent and tormented teens – I dreamed all the time and mostly disturbing dreams about death, mutilation, damp, dank earth strewn coffins and now when I remember these dreams, I can even recall the odour of all this horror that permeated my dream. Needless to say, I often awoke terrified and as haunted as if these things had been real.
My mum and nan believed that their dreams were omens – Tony always says that my mother would have been strapped to a ducking stool in times gone by – she was a little ‘fey’ shall we say. Dreams were opposites - funerals meant weddings, births meant death and snakes were a warning to be wary of enemies. Of course if mum ever dreamed about winning the football pools – it meant that she was going to win the football pools and many each way bet on a horse came from a dream she had had – some came in first and also the opposite many limped in last! My teenage nightmares she put down to ‘all that drawing I was doing’ and eating cheese too close to bedtime but she did look a little worried when reassuring me.
I became fascinated by my dreams in my Psychology studies when Carl Jung came into my life. According to Jung, dreams are a way of communicating and acquainting yourself with the unconscious. Dreams are not attempts to conceal your true feelings from the waking mind, but rather they are a window to your unconscious. They serve to guide the waking self to achieve wholeness and offer a solution to a problem you are facing in your waking life. This made sense to me – perhaps my teens were the awakening of my own sense of mortality and the desire to explore my spiritual self. Sigmund Freud on the other believed in the existence of the unconscious in terms of animalistic, instinctual, or sexual.
These days my dreams are much tamer – sometimes entertaining and often bazaar. The other night I was in the Post Office buying stamps and the Queen was behind the counter wearing a royal blue dress and pearls. Another night recently George Clooney was in my kitchen seeing what was in my fridge and I was embarrassed because there was nothing exciting in there! Is there a message in these two dreams for me. What would Jung say ? I did receive a wedding invite in the post this week with a beautiful big postage stamp with maam’s face on it and she does look like she is winking at me. George Clooney however has not turned up anywhere in my life and the contents of my fridge are looking a little sad just now.
If you are looking for some dream interpretations try here - Off to bed now - perchance to dream!

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