In last night’s dream the police were attempting to catch a woman who murdered hundreds of 6 and 7 year old Caucasian boys by cutting off their penis. She gave them chocolate bars to eat and when their faces were full and sweet she killed them and left them on the floor like garbage. She photographed them and sent them to other pedophiles who also like snuff. The police raided a woman’s house and found a folder with a huge collection of these photos. She was held for questioning then accused of killing the boys. I asked the officer what proof he had that she killed them? If she was going to prison I wanted to know what proof there was to send her there. He said, “What proof is there she didn’t do it?”
The photos were graphic, clear and many.
The officer handcuffed the woman and walked her down the hallway to the cruiser where she as to be taken to jail. As we walked I argued with him, “What proof is there that she’d done this?” “What proof is there that she didn’t do it?” Back and forth we went. I argued for her, he argued against her. Our argument was as if we’d both forgotten she was guilty of child pornography and hiding numerous homicides and focused solely on if she’d killed the boys herself. I saw her as innocent because there was no proof she’d killed those boys. The officer saw her as guilty because there was no proof for her innocence or guilt so he chose which one she was.
As we got to the elevator it turned into a narrow stair case that wound around a corner and lead to a shopping mall. In the middle of the stair case it turned into an escalator controlled by a guy at the bottom who had no clue how to stop the thing. As we got closer to the bottom the escalator curved up like a roller coaster which meant we were all going to go flying off the end. I stopped the escalator, jumped off and corrected the track. We all got off safely at the bottom which was the shopping mall full of people going about daily life.
COMMENTARY:
In dream therapy you’re supposed to re-write the dream to have a better out come. I plan to re-write this one. I’ll post it soon.
Genital mutilation doesn’t come up in my dreams that often so that of course caught me off guard. I think the shoppers in the mall are very telling. Despite the horror around them life went on as usual. Despite hundreds of abused and killed kids life went on like nothing at all happened.
I stuck up for my abuser. I often drew a thick black line between what she did and didn’t do as if what she actually did wasn’t an issue because we needed to focus on what she was innocent of.
In the dream the officer and I didn’t go near the subject of her looking at dead kids.
Perhaps it is harder to process the thought that a person would enjoy seeing dead and mutilated children more than the disturbing reality of someone who could kill and mutilate a child. Maybe we drew a thick black line between what we could and could not face.
It is of interest that her gender never came up. Never was she considered harmless or mentally ill simply because she was a female sex offender.
RECURRENT DREAM THEME:
Abuse, siding with an abuser, contrasting levels of power and control, items changing from one thing to another aka shape shifting, escalator and stairs, shopping mall from childhood years
FEELINGS UPON WAKING:
Angry, sad, withdrawn but comforted by the sight of my wide eyed kitty and big head pup named Gus.
fma
DREAM: Male Genital Mutilation-Monday, June 29, 2009
This has similar characteristics to some of my dreams. I frequently am “with someone” who is of questionable ilk.
Here’s mine from last night:
I was on some stage and there were many teenagers practicing and performing. I was a cop. But I wasn’t in charge. There was someone else in charge of what was happening, but I didn’t interact with him/her much.
Something happened, I’m not sure what. But there was a girl who did something very wrong and I had to arrest her. I went searching for her on and around the stage. But then ended up in the streets. I ended up at this house. There were kids there. They wouldn’t give me any information, but I was positive they knew something. The kids were very poor and not cared for.
I eventually made my way down the street and realized that my cell phone (which was my way of communicating with the police dispatch) was gone. There was a way to track it and I tracked it back to that house with the poor kids. I confronted them about it. I said I wanted to speak to their parents. I went in their house. Their parents were also very poor and had no use for me. They ignored me. Then one kid told me he already sold the phone and had put it in the mail. I remember thinking I could go to the post office to retrieve it.
From there, I ended up in the police department’s headquarters. I was in the basement where there were prisoners. There were lots of prisoners, all poor and male. They weren’t well cared for. There was little food. Somehow it was my responsibility to care for them. But I also had an allotment of funds with which to do that. I said to the mayor “They will only eat junk food.” He said “Buy more!” I said “But if I buy more they will just eat it all, so it will always look like they don’t have enough food.” In the end, I found a better way to take care of them. I apparently owned a restaurant, and was able to have good food brought in.
From there I woke up screaming, but don’t know why.
You’ve had dreams before where it was your responsibility to care for a group of needy people, children I think it was. There was a central place that you commanded that kept the children safe and healthy. This dream has the same thing. Each person was starving, their central needs were not met and it was up to you (heavy burden) to care for them all including prisoners. How often does the heavy burden theme come up in your dreams?
Austin