Hi again Catalyst,
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I wonder if dreams always mean something. Sometimes I dream about an entire day at work. I dream constantly, all night... and not "cool" dreams either - they are finely rooted in reality. I don't often get to fly, or whatever... When are they messages from the unconscious and when are they benign? Are they never? I don't know.
((HIC)) I do think dreams are so telling, in my personal life. I believe my T finds value in dreams, or at least (like yours) humors me, too. Sometimes I feel like it's "reaching" does that make sense? That I might be trying to make it be one thing or another.
Based on the reading I’ve done and my experience working with my own dreams, I really think they are all "messages" from the unconscious, but the form is less like a code you need to crack than a poem you come to appreciate. Even the ones that are boring on the surface will have some little detail that when taken note of, makes the whole dream start to sparkle with significance. I find that when I’m having repetitive dreams it’s because there is a meaning in them that I’m failing to perceive or ignoring, because once I consciously interact with it the dream either goes away or there is a marked progression in it’s symbols and story. The unconscious is conversational like that.
And yes, I do think there is definitely the possibility of reaching erroneously, not because the dream has nothing to say but because we are getting it wrong. A true interpretation will have a kind of “clicking” to it and illuminates other things as well (conflicts, other dreams, and so on), whereas a false reading will seem flat, obvious, or boring. As with most things in life, you have to go by intuition.
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Care to share a particularly telling/useful dream you've had and analyzed w/ T?
Mmm, I've been pretty engrossed in a dream series of late that coincidentally illustrates some of what I was expressing above. I analyzed some of this with T but did the rest on my own because she goes AWOL on certain topics.
Here we go, Dream One:
In this dream, I am talking with T in her office when we receive the news that a tornado (a second tornado) is coming. I am flooded with anxiety and T offers to drive me home. I gratefully accept. While enroute, the dream scene becomes a kind of live action replay of the first tornado. T says to me in bewilderment and compassion, “HIC, I never knew the tornado came this close to you.” I am filled with relief that she finally gets it. In a fit of generosity, I decide that since T is coming to my house, the best I can do is allow her daughter to meet my little girl (a theme of late, yes?). It’s cute to see the two of them interacting. Dream ends.
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Background: There was a literal tornado in my city a few months back. I think my unconscious latched onto it as a symbol for some FOO events. None of it got fully processed either in or outside of therapy. I interpreted T in the dream as my inner validator-- apparently I’m wanting/needing acknowledgement of this stuff. And my inner kid apparently wants to be more connected-- with other parts of me and possibly people in the external world.
So, I (perhaps mistakenly) took from the dream the idea of bringing this stuff to therapy, which has not gone well because T has resistance to talking about the tornado. So I decided, the heck with this, T does not own my process-- i will do this work on my own.
I did a lot of journaling around the tornado-- literal events, emotional associations, symbolic resonance. It was draining and time consuming but then I had the coolest dream series ever. Three dreams about tornadoes in one night, oh my.
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1. I am staring at tornados rising up in the distance. They are sudden and beautiful, but scary. I feel an anxiety for protecting my friends and myself. In the end, I am hit and stumbling around traumatized afterwards. I encounter other people in the same condition, and we are moving together towards a kind of refugee camp for survivors. There are relief workers there and the expectation is they will help and know what to do.
2. I am inside a tornado! It has lifted me off of the earth and we are up in the air, moving I don’t know where. I don’t know if I’m going to die, or land, or keep traveling, or something else. I am suspended in the cone, sort of spinning. I don’t know what else to do so I start saying the Jesus prayer. There is a blend of exhileration and calm.
3. Wizard of Oz! My childhood home (with me inside it) is lifted from the ground by a tornado and then placed securely down on the ground in a new location. Amazingly, it is perfectly intact. I decide to move it back to my current city and live in it.
So, briefly, I see represented in this series:
trauma --> finding a spiritual center--> recovery of childhood self = nothing that is good is ever truly lost.