Saturday, 23 September 2017

A Nonsensical Dream: Concluding Post



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This week we analyzed a nonsense dream. When we reached the metaphor stage, themes began to emerge. As I sat down with the dreamer to see what he might make of his own experience—now that it had been “translated” into metaphor—one paragraph struck me with its poignancy. It followed immediately after the opening which described a blank space that “could be filled with whatever one wanted.” Here is that paragraph:

But in this space within me, there are some artificial things. They seem to be trying to represent something substantial, but you can tell they’re mockups. Even their sharpness isn’t really sharp. If you pushed on a sharp place, you would crush it. They aren’t real, they are just pretend.

The dream then went on to describe several individuals in the dream all of whom seemed to have pretentions of one kind or another. There was a fellow who was supposed to interpret the sharp mockups, but he uttered nothing but nonsense. Then there was the self-important mayor—the guy “in charge” with his two cronies—who disapproved and finally left the room.

I started by asking about the mockups. Not only were they artificial, but even their sharpness was fake.

The dreamer tells his story
I think I know what this is about. And the answer it gave me sort of helps, although I still need to figure some things out on my own.

I used to race stock cars. I never made it into the big time, but I sure had fun. There was so much about it that I found enjoyable. I love working on engines, and I really get a kick out of hanging around the guys—although they’d think I was nuts if they knew I was talking to someone about a dream. (He laughs.) I quit racing when my family came along, but now they’re grown and on their own, and part of me really wants to get back into this. So I mentioned that at a weekend barbecue.

Well, what a hullabaloo that raised! Half of them said it was a great idea and I should go for it. The other half thought I was crazy. What was really weird is that you could listen to either argument and decide that it was right. And that’s what I’ve been fighting myself over. I’m usually pretty good at making up my own mind, but on this one, I’m sitting right on the fence. I go over and over in my mind what one part of my family has to say, and then what the other part says. I’ve been trying to be fair to everyone.

I think what the dream is telling me is that I’m getting worked up for the wrong reasons. That’s the “fake” part—the artificial structures that aren’t as sharp as they look. And that’s the guy who is supposed to interpret everything, but is full of gibberish. (Laughs) That guy’s me!

I think I have to do what’s in my heart, not do what someone tells me I need to. So I still have to make up my mind. But I’m the one I have to please, not them.

Friday, 22 September 2017

A Nonsensical Dream: Post #3



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This week we’re examining a nonsense dream. What’s interesting is that as soon as the nonsensical imagery is revisited as metaphor, themes emerge. The dream’s ludicrous nature fades and the dreamer is left with a definite progression of ideas. As you read, notice that a specific theme is represented in each paragraph, and that every theme builds on its predecessor.

The nonsense dream retold as metaphor
There is a part of me that has ample space for sleeping. It’s not cramped. Plenty of room. This part of me reminds me of youthful times and sleepovers. There’s also an element of excess. This part of me is also flat and featureless, but smooth. There is a sense of possibility—like a blank screen that anything could be manifested onto. It’s convenient, workable, easily reached, not needing extra effort. It’s untainted, pure, blank. It has no imperfections or areas that call attention to themselves. It is blank, meaning it is empty and could be filled with whatever one wanted.

But in this space within me, there are some artificial things. They seem to be trying to represent something substantial, but you can tell they’re mockups. Even their sharpness isn’t really sharp. If you pushed on a sharp place, you would crush it. They aren’t real, they are just pretend.

In this space within me, I am in a meeting with every part of me who is conscientious in my total inner community. There is a sense of urgency, that whatever comes out of the meeting will affect all parts of me. One of the attendees who is a part of me, is supposed to enlighten us all and bring clarity to what we are seeing. But he is uttering incomprehensible nonsense. He makes it seem as if he is carefully studying the landscape. But he’s uttering nonsense syllables. It doesn’t mean anything. All of us attending are surprised to the point of being immobilized. It’s clear that what everyone thought would happen, did not. No one gets the information they are expecting.

Lying down and concealing himself and dormant in wait, is the part of me in charge. He carries weight. He is distinguished from the rest, but also still in the realm of black and white; there is no color. It is still sort of nebulous. He makes himself look his best, getting rid of any wrinkles. It is like he is disdaining the meeting and all that has happened there. Two other parts of me are with him. They are also self-important, but more like cronies and “yes-men.” All these parts of me express disapproval in a way that makes themselves feel extra important.

An initial examination
The themes expressed in this dream build from the beginning. The dream starts with the idea that there's a blank space associated with sleeping. There are multiple descriptions of this space, but the dominant one seems to be that it “could be filled with whatever one wanted.”

Later, something does get filled in there, but whatever it is seems artificial. What’s more, no one seems able to make sense of it.

Tomorrow, we’ll ask the dreamer for his own take on this unusual dream-message.

Wednesday, 20 September 2017

A Nonsensical Dream: Post #2



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This week we’re examining a dream that seems like nonsense. The point I hope to make is that, even when dreams seem ludicrous at face value, they, like all dreams, contain important instructions for the dreamer. The trick is to understand the images as metaphors, then to “translate” the metaphors into plain English.

The first step is to isolate the important dream symbols. Below, you can see those symbols at the beginning of each line. They’re the words in bold type. My job as the dream facilitator is to bring each of those words to the attention of the dreamer and to ask him if he can make a metaphoric association. I do this as gently as possible, simply asking him to “Tell me about” each one.

Tell me about…
* King-sized beds:  Ample space for sleeping, not cramped. Plenty of room.
* Two beds touching:  It reminds me of youthful times and sleepovers. There’s also an element of excess.
* Horizontal plane:  Flat and featureless, but smooth. There was also a sense of possibility—like a blank screen that anything could be manifested onto.
* Slightly above the knee:  Convenient, workable, easily reached, not needing extra effort.
* White:  Untainted, pure, blank.
* Smooth:  It had no imperfections or areas that called attention to themselves. It was blank, meaning it was empty and could be filled with whatever one wanted.
* White jagged shapes:  They were artificial. They seemed to be trying to represent something substantial, but you could tell they were mock-ups. Even their sharpness wasn’t really sharp. If you pushed on a sharp place, you would crush it.
* Miniature mountain peaks:  Again, they weren’t real, they were just pretend.
* Really important gathering:  There was a sense of urgency, that whatever would come out of the meeting would affect everyone.
* Lots of other people:  It seemed like everyone who was conscientious in the community was there.
* Guy who was the interpreter:  He was supposed to enlighten us all and bring clarity to what we were seeing.
* Guttural, throaty sounds:  It was nonsense, incomprehensible.
* Eyes scanning the peaks:  He made it seem as if he was carefully studying the landscape.
* Tee-yorn:  It’s nonsense syllables. It doesn’t mean anything.
* Shocked:  Surprised to the point of being immobilized.
* Mess of things:  It was clear that what everyone thought would happen, did not. No one got the information they were expecting.
* Man under the bed:  It was as if he was concealing himself and lying dormant in wait.
* Mayor:  He was the one in charge.
* Heavy-set:  He carried weight.
* Nice grey clothes:  Distinguished from the rest, but also still in the realm of black and white; there was no color. It was still sort of nebulous.
* Brushed himself off:  Made himself look his best, getting rid of any wrinkles.
* Left the room:  It was like he was disdaining the meeting and all that had happened there.
* Two tall and skinny men:  Also self-important, but more like cronies and “yes-men.”
* Shook their heads:  Expressed disapproval in a way that made themselves feel extra important.

Initial thoughts
If you read the dreamer’s responses above, you see that, like all dreams, even ones that seem to be nonsense contain recognizable themes.

More on Friday.

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