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Sailing to Where the Dreams Are Kept


I am the fisherwoman sailing into the sunset for night fishing. I will cast my nets on the sea of the unconscious. When I began this journey in 1990, I hadn't recorded a dream in the previous seven years. After several months of psychotherapy I began to remember my dreams. I recorded 147 in that first year, 90 in the second, 55 in the third and fifty more in the last four years. In the initial stages of therapy my nights were fully as active as my days. The connection to my dream self, spirit self, was deep and full. Now I am in calmer waters.

This dream from early 1990, describes a place where dreams are kept. It has a deep pool of water; other dreams might have a stream or flooded roads. Deep water contains secrets, still water reflects images back to us, and moving water can sweep us away or carry us towards our destination. Water represents the powers of the unconscious, the source of dreams.


Dream:

I was with a group of people in a dark place. It was like a painting on black velvet. There was a deep pool. Bits of our souls were reflected back at us on the pool like mosaics. There was a child who would disappear when someone spoke to her. The child would, like magic, go inside a ball. Sometimes she would go down into a second ball and only a bit of her cloak would remain visible at the hole she disappeared through. We were supposed to tell stories. I was going to tell about a woman who was lying on a couch. She was very tired. I said my story wouldn't be too exciting. I would tell only how she smiled briefly then went to sleep.


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