[[I should have written this down, but didn't want to when I woke up. I never want to spend the time writing dreams down when I wake up. But I do when I'm not just waking up. I need to just get better at this. Maybe keep a dream journal by my bed or something. Ideal would be a terminal wherever I happen to be. but. right, onto the dream, or what I can remember of it some 6 hours later... yeargh, I can't figure out how to start!]]
I'm in a house, a flat, with a couple other people, including, among other people, a mother and her daughter. The daughter is somewhere around ... 6 years old. Not me, certainly. Almost certainly? Almost reminds me of a young version of someone else I once knew, though certainly not someone I think about much. 'Emily Yoakum'. Okay, moving on. She goes into another room, ostensibly to sleep.
A tape starts playing on the television. It is the young girl, recorded, talking shit about her mom. What she has to say is really overall rather sweet, amazingly thought-out for her age (dealing with her parents being separated, ...). And she's pouring her heart out. Very blatanly honest and not mean-spirited in any way. But very, very... personal, private, confidential, the sort of thing that the little girl would never ever ever ever want anyone to know, especially her mother. (I am somehow responsible--either I started the video playing, or I recorded the video; not sure which) The mother is feeling awkward about it but really gets into the tape, and you can see the love, see that there isn't any hurt.
The girl wakes up (or hadn't gotten to sleep, or ...); the girl comes out of the room she went into and realizes what's playing, and gets this shocked/horrified/betrayed look all over her face, like she can barely comprehend what just happened...
Then I wake up. [[alarm]]
I'm in a house, a flat, with a couple other people, including, among other people, a mother and her daughter. The daughter is somewhere around ... 6 years old. Not me, certainly. Almost certainly? Almost reminds me of a young version of someone else I once knew, though certainly not someone I think about much. 'Emily Yoakum'. Okay, moving on. She goes into another room, ostensibly to sleep.
A tape starts playing on the television. It is the young girl, recorded, talking shit about her mom. What she has to say is really overall rather sweet, amazingly thought-out for her age (dealing with her parents being separated, ...). And she's pouring her heart out. Very blatanly honest and not mean-spirited in any way. But very, very... personal, private, confidential, the sort of thing that the little girl would never ever ever ever want anyone to know, especially her mother. (I am somehow responsible--either I started the video playing, or I recorded the video; not sure which) The mother is feeling awkward about it but really gets into the tape, and you can see the love, see that there isn't any hurt.
The girl wakes up (or hadn't gotten to sleep, or ...); the girl comes out of the room she went into and realizes what's playing, and gets this shocked/horrified/betrayed look all over her face, like she can barely comprehend what just happened...
Then I wake up. [[alarm]]
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Then you'll remember all your dreams.
Key symbols as I saw them:
Mothers in dreams represent nurturing – either the act of doing so or the need to be nurtured. (words like safety, comfort, creation). Mothers can ALSO mean rebellion...the feeling of being complacent or molly coddled.
The child/ daughter suggests an interconnection between the ‘mother’ symbol and itself (creator and created)...and children in dreams tend to represent frivolity, innocence, creativity, purity, intuition and innovation as well as irrevocable loss of all of these things.
Sleep denotes peace or stasis but also ignorance or avoidance.
A video or tape tends to signify futility and repetition, while television tends to represent the dreamer themselves i.e. YOUR thoughts.
So, lumping this all together with a heaping spoonful of creativity one can suggest that:
You are both the mother and the child, as well as ‘yourself’ in the dream. That, sloppily named, your Id is the child – the creative, fun, free self who can view the pain (as symbolized by the separation of the parents in the dream) in your life with an honesty and candor. Similarly the mother is your ego – the ‘public’ you who socializes and remains proper and in control. The you-you then is the superego, which acknowledges the kid, sends her to bed (i.e. suppresses her gently and protectively) to spend time doing ‘proper’ things. However, whether by accident or design, you bring these two elements of yourself together (i.e. play the tape and expose the honest feelings expressed therein) to the inappropriate public atmosphere and it causes pain for both halves.
Could this be about stifling your creative urge by trying to make it profitable?
Could this be about some emotional need, some ache to be nurtured and understood in a ‘proper’ or formal way?
The ‘you’ in the dream did not intend to do harm, but did so by revealing truth in an inappropriate manner and setting...
By now I’m sure both Freud and Jung are puking in their graves! Maybe a dream is just a dream you know?
Anywhos, food for thought and scoffing.
sami