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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 Lions Dogs and Drowning

Published on September 18, 2008 in Dissociative Identity Disorder, Dream Therapy, Dreams and Mental Health. 0 Comments

A small petting zoo was housed in the backyard of the apartment where I lived in the second grade. The second grade was also a pivotal year as far as abuse goes. In this zoo there were caged lions, caged dogs bigger than I’ve ever seen before and other wild African animals in the big cat family. It was feeding time but I didn’t want to help feed them. The caretaker took offense at this and decided that if I didn’t want to help feed them she’d tease me by tossing fish on me so the lions would come after me. I started helping from that point. The cages up front had smaller animals, still ferocious if un-caged but smaller than the lions and whatever else was in the back. The zoo went on and on it seemed, right up the window. The less dangerous ones were on the outside the most dangerous ones were right up next to my bedroom window. Interesting is that the lions were on the outside. One would think they would be classified as the most dangerous but whatever was against the window wasn’t something I wanted to mess with but I still felt the need to let them eat so I began throwing fish as hard as I could so it would reach them. As I picked up fish they turned to a cow’s femur. Even still I threw it with all my might to get to the other animals. Once out of fish we had to cross these cages from the top to get back inside the apartment. So here we’d pretty much teased them with bits of fish then we put our bodies on top of the cages to get back inside the apartment.

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DREAM: Lions and Horses

Published on September 18, 2008 in Dream Therapy, Dreams and Mental Health. 0 Comments

I was in an apartment that I use to live in at age three or four which for reference is the first apartment where I remember specific abuses. In the dream I’m an adult in the living room talking to people I didn’t know. The room was full of people, adults, children, teens all talking and moving about. There wasn’t any obvious distress; it was just tight in there. They all decided to get out of the house so they left. I was alone in the apartment with the light out. At first I was okay but then a bit uncomfortable. I decided to distract myself but what I wanted to distract myself with was in the car so I stepped out onto the balcony of the second floor apartment so I could climb down to the car below and retrieve the item.

I stepped out on the balcony where Ladybird was sitting. She was looking at the sunset over the trees. As I started to move across the wooden boards they one by one snapped and broke behind me. I had to keep moving forward because I couldn’t go back home. When I turned around there was a huge hole in the floor boards, large enough for three adults to fall through. I didn’t see it while crossing it was only after I passed it that I saw it. The balcony was nearly disintegrating after I stepped on it. The wood was rotten to the core, water logged, un-cared for and left to the elements without concern for it or anyone who stepped on it. Eventually I got to the ground but of course it wasn’t the normal yard I knew. Continue reading ‘DREAM: Lions and Horses’

I know this dream

Published on July 2, 2008 in Abuse, Art, Art Therapy, Borderline Personality Disorder, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Dream Therapy, Dreams, Morton's Pride, PTSD and Therapy. 0 Comments

ThreeI knew I recognized the dream I had the other day and no wonder it was so disturbing to me. It’s not just children turning into cats but the public urination and deification thing is like the dream I had about my brother who defecated on the wall and then was humiliated publicly. That dream also twisted and turned and shifted. What appeared to be one thing turned out to be another. I shouldn’t be so surprised that my dreams are deeply disturbed by twists, turns and shifting, after all that’s what it was like to live with the mother. I never knew what to expect. I had to be ready for whatever popped up, whatever face she presented that second. I had to be on my toes, change with it and don’t act as if I’m disturbed at all by the changes or affected at all by unreasonable behaviors. I guess I’m just blown away how this theme keeps popping up but even more so how much my artwork is touched by it. I have all sorts of shape shifting in my artwork. I have a lot of blending and transitioning. The newest piece I did with pure joy in my heart but it still shows this shape shifting theme. Knowing that doesn’t ruin the piece for me but it helps me understand myself a bit better. It also helps me understand why my own shifting is so difficult to detect. When I switch the switch is smooth and barely noticeable, unless it’s a kid I mean then it’s pretty dang on obvious. Continue reading ‘I know this dream’

Three Birds – Shape Shifting

Published on July 2, 2008 in Art, Dream Therapy, Dreams, PTSD, Therapy and Therapy Assignments. 0 Comments

This is the rest of the entry titled Dreams: Misrepresentation and Shape Shifting

Three Birds

This last dream I found difficult to re-write so I painted it instead. The pictures in the dream were not one’s I ever want to see again but this, well, I think I can live with this version of it.

Instead of using a cat in the painting I used a bird. A mother holds her baby instead of tossing it in the air. There is much chaos in the background, a lot of movement and energy, even fear I’d say but the baby is held closely, Madonna-like. There’s a lot going on in the painting that would seem less than peaceful but there’s still hope here. The mother’s hair has the colours of the rainbow in and around it. Click detail 1 to view her close up. Detail 2 is a closer look at the mother and child. If you’re using Firefox and would like to see a slightly larger view of the image here just use your right-click. Continue reading ‘Three Birds – Shape Shifting’

The Sunflower Leaf

Published on May 21, 2008 in Art, Dream Therapy, Dreams, Mental Health, PTSD and Therapy Assignments. 3 Comments

Dream Therapy Nurtured LovedI put it off as long as possible. I avoided the subject of my sister as well as painting and writing what I was to bring in for therapy tomorrow/today. I don’t know, I just couldn’t do the writing part. I tried to paint the leaf from my dream just the way I saw it, broken, dry and brown in spots. When I painted it I felt so sad. I feel stupid saying I was nearly in tears and that I had to take several breaks. My goodness, I painted a sunflower leaf why would I feel so heart sick over that? Man I feel stupid saying I felt like that. I guess it’s just that I see myself in sunflowers (cause they’re multiple’s too and their heads hang low when they have too much to bear). When I see a sunflower damaged or neglected I internalize it. To see a perfect example of how I see myself please click the link to the blog called Go! Smell The Flowers. Continue reading ‘The Sunflower Leaf’