Lately, I’ve been having some vivid dreams, man. I feel like dissecting some of them.
Jung saw dreams as the psyche’s attempt to communicate important things to the individual, so maybe by writing down some of them I can extract what those important things are. And these are dreams I don’t want to forget.
I was standing in a church. Standing opposite of me, on top of the stairs, was my ex. She was wearing a clean white dress and a gold necklace, her hair was tied up and she was looking as if she was the first women that ever came into existance. I, on the other hand, was wearing my usual outfit: a white t-shirt, jeans, sneakers with a hole at the toes, and my brown lemmy. I was not dressed properly for a wedding, that’s for sure.
Now standing next to me is my aunt. She was holding up a small wooden box, which she opened. Inside were a bunch of keys. My aunt told me to pick the right key, and said I had fifteen minutes to do it.
Now, keys can be very symbolic. Just look at the phrase key to someone’s heart, among other things. Needlessly to say, in the dream, I saw the need to pick the right key as the gateway to a successful marriage. I panicked a bit, since I hadn’t seen my ex in so long, and we might have grown apart from eachother, and didn’t know which key to take. As I panicked more and more, I woke up.t
This is a dream I had this night. I was cruising a boat through a narrow jungle river, when all of a sudden my ex appeared behind me. She was weaving a cloth. I approached her, talked to her about how I miss her, and we made love on the deck of the boat. It felt amazing.
But it didn’t last long. As we made love, the boat capsized, and the river invited us in for a swim. We swam, and swam, until we got to an island. Once there, we sat next to eachother. As she asked me how I was feeling, I woke up.
The last dream is simply a dream in which we made love. Not much else happened.
I rarely know what to make of this all. Maybe I should invite her out for a cup of coffee sometime.