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Dream Therapy: Rough Terrain Part 1of2
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.
Dream Therapy: Woman Child
My mother, a family friend and I were driving by the second grade house in the middle of the night in a yellowish orange van. I noticed she was speeding and so was everyone else. Cars were swerving in out and nearly causing crashes but somehow managing not to. I turned to watch 2 cars merge into the same lane and noticed one of them him something. I realized it was a child who had fallen off his bike. When I turned back around to tell the mother I noticed about 10 children riding the same kind of BMX bike towards on coming traffic. For apparently no reason at all they began to fall, one after the other. Cars attempted to miss the kids but they were run over again and again. I began telling the mother from the back seat how to maneuver around the fallen children so as not to hit them. She was stiff, driving carefully, listening to my calm instructions. The passenger in the front seat was silent, perhaps stunned by what was happening. We got through the children without killing any but we ran over the hand of one. The body was laying face down, blue jeans, dark hair and a green shirt. We ran over the hand but were happy we didn’t kill the child. I never looked back to see if anyone else hit him/her. What I did notice was that children kept coming, riding their bikes directly into traffic, falling for apparently no reason at all.
Dream Therapy: Woman Child Commentary
Significant pieces, recurrent themes: The 2nd and 4th grade were some of the worst years of my life. The children falling off their bikes was like how my sister just fell off hers and broke her wrist. A buffet style restaurant shows up in my dreams often. I usually opt to go to the dollar store next door instead. Dreaming in a different language is common.
Of interest: Not many of my dreams are at night. The family friend I haven’t thought about in years but she was the person that hosted many of the talent shows the mother, sister and I were in. She herself is a survivor having killed an intruder who assaulted her. She was a sad woman, not overly emotional, quiet like in the dream. She lived in the same apartment complex we lived in while in the 2nd grade.
Commentary: What struck me about this dream is the flow of children directly into traffic. They didn’t even attempt to move or protect themselves from harm. They clumsily fell from their bicycles, clumsy like how my sister was. The van ran over the child’s hand.
Dream Therapy: Needs Not Met
The dream started off with me walking single file with a group of people my age (36) down the dark auditorium of my second grade school. We passed two other single file lines, one of which my brother was in. In the dream he was 15 years old. I didn’t even know him then but in the dream he was 15. He caught sight of me and called me by my birth name. I corrected him which caused an argument. He got in my face and demanded to know why it was so important to change my name. I told him he didn’t require an answer, compliance would do. He didn’t like my answer but I didn’t like how he got up in my face angry and demanding. Some kid beside him asked why he was making such a big deal out of it. That’s when my brother held up a sign written like a child which mocked me. As my line moved out of the dark auditorium he sing song-like called out my birth name.
In the second dream I was also an adult as was my sister. In this dream I had to go to the hospital for some reason. I ended up in the waiting room with a doctor that had really radical mood changes, even his body size and hair colour changed with his moods.
Dream Therapy: Needs Not Met Commentary
Significant pieces in the dream:
The age of the brother, being mocked by him, having him singsong my birth name, the grade school we were in, the white guy gardener she turned into, the sister’s possible death on the surgery table.
Of interest:
The flock of mallard ducks raining down poo on our heads.
Commentary:
I like the flock of ducks thing. As a child my room was always decorated with mallards. Of course it’s known they called me Little Duck all my life or just Duckie (with an ie not a y). So it was like a whole flock of me flying over head saying this whole situation was bullshit. Some of it I brought on myself but others I didn’t but it was all bullshit. The mother delaying medical attention for the sister is exactly what happened when she fell and cracked her head on the cement around age 30. She kept telling her not to go to the hospital. When she finally did it was because the pain in her head was so horrible she was in tears. It took weeks before she went to the hospital with the mother’s approval.
Dream Therapy: Died In My Dream
Barney wasn’t home. Captain and I putzed around the house doing nothing at all when someone rang the bell. The back door was open and a lab stood in the doorway but no people were with him. I called down the stairs to the doorway for them to come in but got no answer. I called again with the same result. Finally I moved the dog gate to go down and see if they’d traveled to the front door and couldn’t hear me tell them to come in. I passed the dog who didn’t seem too concerned to come in. She just stood there. Cap didn’t attempt to come down to play with her. As a matter of fact after that Captain doesn’t appear in the dream at all. So I passed the dog. As I got to the living room and before I could reach the door I noticed a group of people sitting in the dining room. All the lights were out except for the one in the dining room around the table. One man stood while 6 others occupied the chairs. He talked to them, seemed to be the one leading them. It appeared he may be the police.
Dream Therapy: Pit Bulls and Babies
I’m walking down the street down a steep hill to my grandmother’s house when I see what looks like a white calf. The calf turns to a brown and red calf then a huge white pit bull wearing a jacket over his stomach that says “yield.” I’m walking with someone to my grandmother’s house. We both see the animal. I pull out my pocket knife and open it up. A lady comes from a near by yard holding her hand out telling us it’s okay and not to be afraid. She wants me to help her build a kennel so she can put the dog down properly. Just then a woman walks up behind her with a baby in a satchel on her back. The baby is wrapped from head to toe in a white sheet the way its done when burring a body. You can’t see her face. She’s got a rope tied around her neck and the rope reaches all the way around the mother’s stomach. The baby is tied tightly to the mother’s back inside the satchel but also with a rope around her neck and her feet. The mother seems unconcerned about the pit bull fighting dog. She’s not concerned about the welfare of the child. The pit bull is then put in a satchel on the back of the owner in the same fashion.
Protection From Myself
In the dream about Blossom I think both people are me. First of all she’d never walk into the room and touch me while I was sleeping and 9 times out of 10 she wouldn’t initiate sex. That was another thing I was responsible for handling and deciding. I gather from the dream that I had the ability to protect myself from myself. I, in the form of Blossom, leaned over and said, “Do you plan on hurting me?” to which I replied, “Yes.” (More accurately, “No, but Robert does.) I think I understood I need protection from myself and that I’m willing to walk away from hurt. I, in the form of Blossom said, “Then you can’t have me.” I, in the form of Blossom, turned around and left. I recognize the threat I am to myself but I also recognize that I’m able to make the decision to not hurt myself especially in relationships. I have the understanding that things are emotionally safe for me and I have to the ability to walk away, just like I did in the dream. All the behaviors of the person in the form of Blossom pointed to her symbolizing me. Blossom does not exhibit the personal concern or inner strength to walk away from a relationship or say, “You can’t hurt me.” She doesn’t have the inner strength to decide when she’s had enough. She also would not simply offer support and understanding so freely. In the dream she was sensual, caring, loving, all without prompting. That’s not something Blossom would do. She needs prompting and validation the entire time. This is why I think in that dream she was symbolized me.
Dreams: No Emergency Response No Help Available Part 2
The first thing I notice in this set of dreams is how the people in the dream, the city dwellers are toyed with. It didn’t matter who you were, what economic or racial background you came from you were in the hands of higher ups who screwed you over for their own war games. Homes were destroyed for the sake of a drill, it was unbelievable. We were pawns and it didn’t matter if we wanted to be in that game or not. I also noticed that no matter who needed help (always concerning sexual assault) no one would be there to answer their call. Even if a policeman was given the story he didn’t help and the person wasn’t apprehended until I was killed in front of them. An emergency plan was in place, an entire policing system existed but became limited by the phone lines to them being down. They could patrol but private homes invaded or those living with abusers couldn’t reach out for help. Even if they could, many times in last nights dreams the person asking for help wasn’t given any. They were not believed. Their story was too grandiose to believe.
Dream Therapy: Dreams and Longing
Of course she’s been on my mind for weeks now. I mean come on, I was with her for a long time but it would be nice to have her only on my mind when I can control the content. What strikes me about this dream is she popped up out of nowhere bringing in Captain and a puppy I’d gotten that looks just like Captain. I’d left Cap at the doctor’s office in the yard. He was playing while I got a massage but somehow I forgot to get him and the pup before I got in the cab and went home. She showed up with both of them. She showed up rather unannounced too. She’s changed her hair to a style she and I once talked about. She said as a child people pressured her into getting a spiral perm but she saw how horrible it looked on others and refused to get one. There she stood in my kitchen trying to comb out this spiral perm that she dyed jet black. It looked just as awful as we both figured it would. She was willing to do anything, lose herself, offer her peace of mind, to have me back. She was the same desperate woman I knew before. She was also the same woman I’d been in love with before we even got together.
