5:50 the alarm clock rang… a bit drowsy from a late night watching TV series on the net, I open one eye lid, close it, open it… It was enough sport for that specific moment and a good justification for a 10 minutes snooze. What a surprise to hear the alarm clock 10 minutes…
times 7 later on. Oups, sleepy or slippery fingers? This time I opened two eyelids wondering about that weird sensation I had. I was dreaming about something specific but what? Something like… like?? and I burst out laughing! Of course…
I have always heard about dreams as messages of your unconscious mind, or if you prefer that non-cognitive section of our brain (or body). Dreams would be like carrier pigeons, carrying over encrypted messages in a code that is only meaningful to you. There is some brilliant work from Carl Jung on dreams and archetypes images. With dreams, it’s not about working out your full coding system, or assuming that every dreams has to have a deep meaning. It is more about listening when some really try to say something. One way to identify those is to look for recurrent images -an imagery that will repeat itself in dreams. One of mines is car. I would dream that either the car is broken -I can’t find it any longer -I can’t remember where is the car park -the car has been towed -tyres are flat -I have too many car to chose from and I can’t decide -I can’t open my eyes and therefore I can’t drive the car. Once I had to dive into a pool to go to a car park where I could see several cars waiting for me engine already running… Yeah, you’re right, pretty straight forward coding system… car in my dreams means most likely that I am stuck somewhere and avoiding movement. I told one of my dreams once to a friend, and he had the most spontaneous answer, “Why don’t you take the bus then?” Indeed I have never had buses in my dreams… that tells a lot, right?
Let’s recap just here: one evening watching TV series, after another one, and another one doing sports… a good hour snoozing versus the 10 minutes planned… plenty of work behind in the writing, the drawing, the publication, and what dream do I wake up from? Being stucked in a taxi with a driver that refuses to give me some change back, charging up twice the fares for the drive…. I burst out laughing. I was still laughing when I dropped by my favourite coffee place to write this post, and I was still laughing when I missed the tram and then the train from… writing this post that morning. Dreams sometimes…
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