The Dream: A good friend from my college days has a very
young daughter, about 3 years old, with dark skin. I look at her husband to see
if he is the source of the girl’s complexion, but he is as fair as his wife.
The girl is adorable; her coloring is inexplicable. Was she adopted?
Interpretation: Something that has its roots in my past
(college days) has recently (within the past three years) come to fruition.
While it isn’t what I expected, and I’m not entirely sure where it came from,
it is beautiful. Clearly I must adopt (accept) it.
Today ‘s dream is communal: our dream of rebirth on the day
of the Sun’s nadir, an event which has been the focus of religious rituals
since time immemorial. I wish you all,
whatever your tradition, the joy of a new beginning celebrated in a community
of love and peace.
The Dream: I’m taking dancing lessons. At first the teacher
is enchanted with my potential. Later she comments on two of us students: “Clara
and Carla, I thought they were going to be something special; but no, they are
a disappointment.” I understand I have no outstanding talent, and I think “I’m
too old for fancy leaps.” I awakened feeling unsettled.
Interpretation: In waking life I’m dealing with an elderly
and demented relative, and part of the job is finding a burial site for her.
This unpleasant duty was the inspiration for this dream. The meaning here of being
unexceptional is that my fate in the dance of life is the same as her fate; in other words, I’m
going to die. Of course this is not news, and yet to face it is unsettling,
especially since I’m too old for fancy leaps.
The Dream: At the back of a rectangular garden bordering a
park a woman is trussed up in a tree in a pose resembling a yoga back bend. The
house and garden belong to me, although they have an English feeling. The event
takes place on the other side of my fence so it’s not on my property, but there
is some confusion about who is responsible for this patch of land adjacent to
mine. The “city” claims it is the homeowner. I don’t feel it is, but my
original certitude on this point is shaken by the city’s unexpected position.
In any event, the girl is rescued and released from her bondage up the tree.
Interpretation: I am
in a difficult position, up a tree and bending over backward to please. My
Unconscious won’t let me get away with blaming others for this dilemma—it
points out that the house and the garden (where I live and where I am) belong
to me, even though they may feel foreign (English). The dream ego is at pains
to put up a wall (fence) between me and the problem, but my own deeper wisdom (the
central authority: the city) insists otherwise. When I start to see its point
(I am not so certain that it’s not my responsibility), I am rescued.
Dream image: A block of skin and fat has been removed from
my body. Once the fat has been removed the skin will be replaced. But there’s a
problem: there is no agreement as to how to excise the fat. A team of doctors
debate whether it would be better to scrape it off or to melt it. No one knows
quite what to do. There are other similar blocks placed in a row, but it seems
these present no difficulties and can be dealt with using other methods.
Interpretation: As I
try to cope with the difficulties of caring for an elderly relative in waking
life, the dream tells me I feel as if someone has taken a piece of my hide. As
much as I might like to block this unpleasant reality the required pound of
flesh is extracted, and it doesn’t look as if I know how to get it back.
Molestation in the news triggers a childhood "memory."
The Dream: A very tough-looking guy is in charge of a
peculiar ant-like creature. The ant has a perfectly round head and a body made
of transparent, glowing red-brown sections. The head is yellow ochre. It’s as
if I am seeing an exposed skeleton, but on a living creature. The “ant” is very
large, probably about 5 feet long. The man has several sets of paraphernalia
resembling studded dog collars--but actually hand-cuffs--that he uses to
control the ant.
The man is balding with dark brown hair; his red face has a
stubby growth of beard. He’s solid and a little overweight. He has belied his
tough looks by being helpful to me, yet when I come in contact with some others
we accuse him of rape. I know this is false, but having made a commitment to
this accusation I cling to it. The man starts to remove his studded hand-cuffs
from his wrists where he stores them, and I think he’s going to attack us.
Instead he hangs the cuffs on a peg.
Later, apparently having resolved the “rape” issue I need
the man to kill the insect. I have come to like the creature and can’t kill it
myself. I also don’t want it to suffer; I want it killed quickly and
mercifully. In addition I want to preserve its body, so I want it killed in a
way that won’t damage its skeleton (body).
The man shakes his head gravely in assent as I explain this
mission. I think he is attached to his charge, the ant, in a way, and doesn’t
want someone inept bungling this deed. He says, “Most people don’t understand
how to do this.”He goes back a distance
and charges the creature with a long pointed lance, making a terrible and
fierce face as he does. I am alarmed by this look and surprised at the violence
of the method. I think this will be messier than I had wished or anticipated.
He charges the ant, fracturing its large round head in two.
The open half spheres are filled with a white thick substance that spills over
Interpretation: This dream was triggered by news of a local
molestation case. The young victim was abused by her swim coach; she had been
primed for the abuse by being forced to swim laps wearing a dog-collar while she was held
on a leash. The dream examines the confusion of a child’s first view of sex.
Did I see my aunt (ant) and uncle, a good natured but tough guy, in the act
when I was too young to understand what I was seeing?I eliminate (kill) the aunt, whose skeleton
body represents the bare bones of a knowledge I’m not ready to accept. Does
this childish disgust and fear lurk behind my adult feelings about sex?
Something to think about.
The Dream: I’m in bed with my husband Clark, but having sex
with someone else who is small in stature and not particularly attractive, but
very seductive. I later find out he has had concurrent affairs with many
others, each of whom thought she was the only one. I find a message he has sent
to one of his paramours. He has drawn a lush lake shore in an expressionistic
style. In some way this art conveys his undying love for some other woman.
I am incensed and go to fight with this guy who, I had
believed, loved only me. I find him in a cafeteria with Clark.
The fellow grabs hold of me and won’t let go. No one helps me; I struggle on.
Interpretation: The figure in the dream appears to be a
trickster: he is small, seductive, and unattractive. There’s some small
unattractive part of me that I find seductive. In the dream I try out this
part, merging with it (having sex). The part of me that deals with life and the
world in a practical way (Clark, playing the part of my
animus) refuses to get involved in the problem. First he sleeps as the
trickster and I become one, and then he doesn’t lift a finger to free me when I’ve
had enough of the experiment. I’ve seen the trickster for what he is:
duplicitous and deceptive, yet in some way connected to art and regeneration (the lush lake shore). The dream tells me I’ll struggle on until I
recognize and integrate this unappealing part of myself.