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Dream: Three Families and Trust Commentary

Published on October 6, 2008 in Dreams, PTSD and Segments. 1 Comment

DREAM COMMENTARY:

First let me say, I have no idea what the whole “follow your nose to Texas” means. People from Tyler, Texas do not smell like red clay earth. Sorry for any offense to my fellow Texans.  Moving on, I think it’s interesting that the young boy had a flashback right there in the dream and I got to see what happened to him to make him so disturbed. This dream has a lot of different pieces taken from real life experiences so it’ll be hard to tear it apart piece by piece. The only thing I can say is someone did try and test my boundaries in a way that was not appropriate, I did sleep in the car with my mother as a child, I did have needles in my feet at a child and I only gave hugs when forced to. I know the red headed children in that dream from a long time ago.

I think it’s interesting that in the dream when we left in the middle of the night I had bags but my sister had nothing. I was prepared but she was not. She gave in to the family (hugs) but I was known as a rebellious cold hearted child. I walked in front of her, she followed. Continue reading ‘Dream: Three Families and Trust Commentary’

DREAM: Trust Love and Forgiveness Pt1-3

Published on October 3, 2008 in Dream Therapy, Dreams, Segments, Therapy and Therapy Assignments. 0 Comments

This is a three part entry with two dreams and one re-write.

Dream One

A few days ago I had a dream that I was back in the 10th grade house only as an adult. My sister and I were in bed together in the mother’s room waiting for someone who loved her to come and discover her. They’d known each other, he thought he lost her but was going to come to the house to discuss this loss with me. The sister was going to surprise him when he walked in the bedroom. As we lay there I heard rustling outside. After investigating it became clear to me two men were going to break in. The man in the get away car told the other criminal not to harm us but to find out what we know then leave. I attempted to warn my sister of the danger but instead of heading it she went to the door to see what the man wanted. He pushed his way in and over took her. I ran to the back and climbed out the window of the mother’s bedroom. It was pitch black out there except for back porch lights. The field was full of lions and wolves waiting for me to let my guard down so they could pounce. Continue reading ‘DREAM: Trust Love and Forgiveness Pt1-3′

DREAM: Trust Love and Forgiveness Pt2-3

Published on October 3, 2008 in Dream Therapy, Dreams, Segments, Therapy and Therapy Assignments. 0 Comments

Dream Two

This dream is from this morning. I was riding in the backseat of a car trying to convince some Islamic people not to hang a man who had shown disrespect to their people. He too was Islamic but he was disrespectful and was going to be hanged. I reached over to hand a man something, I don’t remember what it was, and my hand accidentally touched his. He was furious and felt disrespected. He said I too would be hanged. I lowered my eyes and asked him for forgiveness and explained that I didn’t intend to touch a married man and I had no intentions of being disrespectful. He didn’t care. He told the driver to hurry up because they were going to hang me too. At this point I looked up at him and said, “What ever happened to forgiveness? Don’t you forgive?” I asked if he had a Messiah or if there was some kind of belief they held that would cover this sin against him. I don’t remember if he answered or not. We pulled up to the site where a man had already been put to death. The two of us were forced out of the vehicle. The driver turned the radio off which had been playing the song “Bruised But Not Broken” by Joss Stone.

“Been alot that I’ve been through
I cried a tear a time or two
Baby, you know I cried some over you, yeah
Had my heart kicked to the ground
Love ripped me up and tore me down, baby
But that ain’t enough to break
‘Cause I’ll rise above it
And I’ll pick myself up
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DREAM: Trust Love and Forgiveness Re-write

Published on October 3, 2008 in Dream Therapy, Dreams, Segments, Therapy and Therapy Assignments. 4 Comments Tags: .

(as part of dream therapy you re-write the dream for an ending that you can live with or where you are the victor instead of the victim.)

My sister and I are sleeping in separate rooms when I hear a burglar at the door. I run to wake my sister who is sleeping as she always does, like an letter in an envelope. Her blankets are straight, folded very neatly at the top and nothing is out of order. She’s sleeping like a picture perfect princess. I giggle and think to myself, “How on earth does she sleep like that?” then I shake her to let her know we have to get out of the house. She jumps to her feet, throws the covers back to their original position. I notice the bed looks as if she never slept in it at all. I shake my head and we run to her window and climb out together. The sister who will be called Mia is down below telling me to jump and hurry because she thinks they’re already in the house. I’m afraid of heights and have always been but I know jumping is necessary. At the bottom Mia and I run into the field knowing full well we’ll have to fight off lions and wolves. Mia heads in first and tells me to stay close behind her. We’re going to the highway then into the city for help. As we pass through the field we don’t see any danger but we know it’s all around us. Several houses have a porch light but Mia senses they won’t help so we keep going. A lady approaches us and says she’ll take us only as far as the highway. Again sensing danger Mia denies assistance and takes us through the dark, overgrown field.

Despite sleeping her hair is perfect, her pink nightgown is without wrinkles and there’s not a drop of sweat on her. Continue reading ‘DREAM: Trust Love and Forgiveness Re-write’

Dream Therapy: Rough Terrain Part 1of2

Published on May 10, 2008 in Dreams, Mental Health, PTSD, Segments, Therapy and Therapy Assignments. 0 Comments

Two TV’s watched in the living room by strangers. One TV worked clearly, the other was blurry. I talked to the mother on the phone as I steam cleaned the carpet and strangers watched my TV. I poured dirty water from a small bucket into a large bucket as I explained to the mother that our recent phone conversations weren’t helpful but hurtful. We talked while there was a chimp sitting on the sofa, this chimp’s name is Bob. A pigeon perched on my desk which had been moved into the hallway while I cleaned the carpet. The desk blocked the restroom and bedroom from any entry at all.

The mother and I began to argue about what to feed Captain. She said her co-workers thought I should feed Captain differently. At that moment Captain was outside with two snakes in his mouth, one gold and black spotted, the other black and white striped. I told her when her friends pay his vet bills they can have a say in how I feed him. He seemed quite content with his new feeding program of wild animals he caught in the yard. The mother went on to tell me she was sorry she’d let me down recently. She then said she was going to have to let me down 4 more times. I asked what she meant. She said she was bringing home 4 new people to live with us. I told her that’s not letting me down but they can’t sleep in my room. I can’t share a room with anyone I told her. My sister, who had been quietly watching TV with complete strangers piped up and asked, “Since when can you not share a room with anyone?” “Since right now!” I said, “I’m not sharing a room with anyone.” The mother and I chatted a bit longer then hang up.

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Dream Therapy: Rough Terrain Part 2of2

Published on May 10, 2008 in Dream Therapy, Dreams, Mental Health, PTSD, Segments and Therapy. 2 Comments

Same dream continued……

Walked back out to find the mother and two other people that would be coming home with us. By the time we hit the exit door there was only one person coming with us. We walked together through rough terrain to get to the car. There were craters to avoid, high hills to climb, all in the dark. It started off light but the walk was so long it got dark. The other person we were with decided to take a different route to the car so we split up. That just left the mother and myself to try and find the best way around our obstacles and get to the car.

On our walk we tried several different ways to get over these obstacles but ended up exerting ourselves too much. I remembered I’d come over the same rough terrain alone and that if I just sat for a bit to think how I did it I could get us both to the car without more energy loss to either of us. As we set my plan in motion the mother became very tired. We’d found a sidewalk that took us around all the craters and hills but she was becoming delirious and tired. She said she needed to stop and rest just for a moment. We walked a few steps further which was to the entrance of a shopping mall. She opened the door, felt the cool breeze and collapsed in the doorway. I woke up. Continue reading ‘Dream Therapy: Rough Terrain Part 2of2′

Humiliation: Dream Therapy 1of3

Published on May 3, 2008 in Dream Therapy, Dreams, Mental Health, PTSD, Segments and Therapy. 0 Comments

If you saw him wouldn’t you publically humiliate him too? From there I went on a verbal abuse tirade. I was shocked and horrified that a van full of children and their mother ranging from 14 to 7 were yelling at my 3 year old brother for wetting himself in public.

The dream started out gross and ended bloody and down right disturbing but still telling. I felt so sick when I woke. It started off with my brother having a bowel movement on a brick wall at a store. He stood against the wall and you could see this mustard yellow BM go on the wall. The mother and I were in lawn chairs outside the store looking out at the parking lot. I asked my mother why she was allowing him to use the restroom on the wall. I don’t remember her answer but she let him continue. In several places the toddler marked the wall with BM. I told him to stop and that I’d take him to the restroom. He got angry and ran into the street. I ran after him to keep him from getting hit. Just before I reached him a van stopped because they saw feces on him. The mother, who was also the driver, got out of the metallic coral coloured mini-van, picked my brother up and began calling him names. Two young teenage boys (maybe 13 years of age) jumped from the side door and grabbed my brother holding him high in the air mocking him. The sun was out, it was a very hot day. The parking lot was packed with cars, traffic was heavy. The boys held him up mocking him because he had diarrhea on his shirt. I took him out of their arms and scolded the boys for their actions. None of the children in the car understood why I was so angry with them and their mother. They continued laughing at my brother. The mother said had I seen my brother use the restroom on himself wouldn’t I do the same thing? She wondered if I’d seen him use the restroom on himself and if I had witnessed it she thought I too would parade him through the streets humiliating him.

The mother and her children were well dressed. The hair of the children was dark, they looked Jewish which is of strong significance for me. They looked like a middle class family the kind society assumes has it together and would never behave in such a cruel way. Continue reading ‘Humiliation: Dream Therapy 1of3′