Wanted: dream therapist
I had a series of very intense dreams last night. Vivid and recurring dreams have followed me through the years. I remember some dreams I have had at the age of 10, and I have different dreams that happen at the same places. I call them my Dream Sets. For instance, a dream shopping mall that I could draw out for you. It is not the same dream, but I will have separate dreams at the same dream place. I do have recurring things which are symbolic in my dreams. Like dinosaurs. And horses. I grew up showing horses (jumping and dressage) and my parents still own a stable full. So I can see why horses appear in my dreams. I was not lucky enough to own a brontosaurus, so that confounds me.
I think I have isolated horses as symbolic of my relationship with men. Here is a description of one portion of my dream from last night:
I am at my parents, on a ladder, repairing the house; my horse is wandering around the yard; I am supposed to keep an eye on him because he likes to wander where he could get into trouble; specifically, if he came onto the porch, he could get frightened and jump off the ledge, falling to his death. I am working on the house, and sure enough he comes up to see me, and gets into a predicament where he has two places to go, either walk back off the porch down the steps, or possible fall down off the porch, which looks to be a deadly drop off, and would be fatal. I try to get off my perch so that I can take him by the halter and lead him down before he scares himself and goes the wrong way, but I don't make it in time, and he falls off and dies. I start freaking out, calling for my parents and asking them to call a vet, and crying and saying I am sorry because I was supposed to be more responsible and make sure that it did not happen.
Cool, clammy, opaquely grey Monday aside, the dream has coated me in a film of subconscious phlegm. I thought I would start the week off as happy as I was on Friday, but instead I am tired (footnote) and bewildered.
Footnote: I am utterly knackered because I went out both nights this weekend, which I rarely do. On Friday I had a date with the youngster I met a week before last, at the all night long café in Fulham (the guy owning the house with balcony). I had a really good time but it remains to be seen if we explore further. He is much younger although the gap wasn't a tangible presence. But perhaps I was merely the thirtysomething woman box to be checked. On Saturday I met my ex and his friends with two girlfriends of mine. I have to stop meeting him out for drinks because he always gives me the I still love you speech and I need to give him space (nb I am not the one orchestrating meeting up, but I do need to say no from now on). But I am really proud of myself because despite lack of sleep and hangovers, I managed to declutter flat, clean room, go to gym, do laundry and fulfil my retail therapy prescription at Harvey Nics.
I think I have isolated horses as symbolic of my relationship with men. Here is a description of one portion of my dream from last night:
I am at my parents, on a ladder, repairing the house; my horse is wandering around the yard; I am supposed to keep an eye on him because he likes to wander where he could get into trouble; specifically, if he came onto the porch, he could get frightened and jump off the ledge, falling to his death. I am working on the house, and sure enough he comes up to see me, and gets into a predicament where he has two places to go, either walk back off the porch down the steps, or possible fall down off the porch, which looks to be a deadly drop off, and would be fatal. I try to get off my perch so that I can take him by the halter and lead him down before he scares himself and goes the wrong way, but I don't make it in time, and he falls off and dies. I start freaking out, calling for my parents and asking them to call a vet, and crying and saying I am sorry because I was supposed to be more responsible and make sure that it did not happen.
Cool, clammy, opaquely grey Monday aside, the dream has coated me in a film of subconscious phlegm. I thought I would start the week off as happy as I was on Friday, but instead I am tired (footnote) and bewildered.
Footnote: I am utterly knackered because I went out both nights this weekend, which I rarely do. On Friday I had a date with the youngster I met a week before last, at the all night long café in Fulham (the guy owning the house with balcony). I had a really good time but it remains to be seen if we explore further. He is much younger although the gap wasn't a tangible presence. But perhaps I was merely the thirtysomething woman box to be checked. On Saturday I met my ex and his friends with two girlfriends of mine. I have to stop meeting him out for drinks because he always gives me the I still love you speech and I need to give him space (nb I am not the one orchestrating meeting up, but I do need to say no from now on). But I am really proud of myself because despite lack of sleep and hangovers, I managed to declutter flat, clean room, go to gym, do laundry and fulfil my retail therapy prescription at Harvey Nics.
posted by miss goLondon at 9:05 AM
8 Comments:
Being coated in a film of subconscious phlegm sounds... unpleasant.
How are your energy levels?
it was one of those unsettling days where the memory of the dream kept returning along with the feelings that swirled around it. Coupled with uberlong meeting, well, i hit the bed and didn't wake up for 9 hours. sans odd dreams. think i have figured out the dream, maybe another post....
I had a dream where two squirrels were wearing white boxing gloves and boxing in a highly unrealistic manner a la 'Rocky' movies in the garden!
Actually wish i hadn't written that now that I can read it!
The simplistic answer would, sorry, could, be that the horse is a future / past relationship. You know what you should do to care for it, but for reasons of duty / obstinacy, you don't.
In standard psyche terms, you are trying to please your parents more than you are looking after the horse - ie you 'blame' them for who you are and what you perceive your goals to be (not necessarily 'blame' as a bad thing) but still see what they want as an obstacle to your happiness - perhaps feeling you need to go home or summat.
Or else it's just a dream.
H - I don't know you. I took a wild guess {smile). I wish I did.
wow dunno. nasty though- you have my sympathy!
my daughter had a wierd dream recently where she defeated a chicken monster. i hope thats not about a future relationship.
i enjoyed reading abot the crazy night out where you met the fulham boy. sounds sooo familiar.
take care*
secret monk, that is scary that your comments are so salient.
i think that dream interp is interesting; here is how i have interpreted it: its a warning from my ego about the fear of being exposed in a relationship (ie letting ones guard down) and possibly being hurt. my parents warning me, is my ego saying don't forget your protective barriers, and if you do, look, bad things happen, things that you love die. actually, i am at a stage in my life when i am ignoring that fear and opening up, because i have the emotional confidence to, so the dream is the part of me that is still scared, trying to get the other part to takes its side instead of continue to find strength enought to take risks and expose.
well, i think so. maybe.
Hm. I have horse dreams all the time too. Maybe it's a horse girl thing. For me, they're usually associated with a loss of control of some kind. Yours sounds like it might be different, though.
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