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The Midnight Disease
01:38, Friday, January 26, 2007
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The urge to write has left me. So much so that this blog is hardly enticing. Not that journaling ever was...self-reflection for what point? To close the covers and never read again? Or to crack open, some day in the removed future, when your past pitfalls seem trite and only embarrass you. I'm frustrated. These grey pills, I'm sure, are the culprit; clogging my throat, blocking my pen. There is stone behind my eyes, cement filling my head. What words can reverberate in a solid space? ![]() My hair is at its darkest in the winter. No summer streaks to wind up in bun that ties on itself at night before I go to bed. It is as close to black as it will be. I unwind it and let my head hit the pillow. Sometimes I dream. Most nights I force myself not to. I don't want to dream about the stress of work. But sometimes my guard goes down, usually on weekends. I dreamt once of my former therapist, from four months ago and upstate New York, and the last therapist I've seen since. Actually she wasn't in the dream, but she had assigned me to care for about nine dogs. I used to pet-sit at the time all my friends were babysitting because my Mom said I had to take a CPR course before I could take on that responsibility. I managed the circus of responsibility well, holding it together through the end of the weekend. Then I found a note from my therapist reminding me of everything I was supposed to do, not unlike the tool kits that come with every job assignment at work. I skimmed down to the bottom and realized I had forgotten one major duty--a nightmare from work in full metaphor. There was a dolphin I was supposed to take care of. I was supposed to feed it daily, and I didn't even know it was there. For some reason it was concealed in a ten gallon tank under the staircase of what was my childhood home. I went to check on it's status, dreading what I'd find. I found some smaller fish that had managed to survive on the algae of the tank. One of them was large enough to be a dolphin, but resembled more of a saw fish. And then, outside of the tank, I found the skeleton of a fish that had seemingly fled its unnourishing environment in an attempt at self preservation, instead beaching itself on the hardwood floors. There was no flesh on the skeleton, and somehow I knew without a doubt that it was the poor dolphin. But it didn't appear to be a friendly humanoid water creature. Spikey projections lined it's spine, making it look more like a creature of prey. Upon waking, the negligence of my true nature disturbed me most. But as with most startling dreams I kept thinking about this one, and began to wonder if there was coded symbolism in this dream that had more meaning in my life. The dead dolphin was the most disturbing image, but the dogs had a place in it too. It's not hard to find web info on dream symbolism,the legitimate sources are scarce. I learned a thing or too about how to determine a good google hit from a bad one when I was earning my B.A., so I just have to pick the one that sounds the most trustworthy. May not exactly be research work, but it's more like picking the most healthy candy in the candy shop. THE DOG
"In general the dog in your dream represent strong feelings or urges that are only slightly socialised or proper. If you have loved dogs and been loved by them, then it can depict this love or caring given or received.
Because the dog features in so many ways in dreams, you have to consider the context in your dream. It can symbolise, depending upon the dream content, your own feelings of anger and aggression. As it sees in the dark, and has keen ears, it is sometimes used as a symbol of instinctive or intuitive knowledge. The dog here also represents the instinctive life. That is, the person who lives without much feeling or thought, like an animal. In some dreams, the dog is used in a similar way to the Egyptian symbology, as a guide into the unconscious, or land of the Dead." ~ This is what I get from this summary: Unconcious anger or aggression, instinctive life without much feeling or though.
More on anger -- the dog is seen as a subconsiously aggresive, sexual being: " The dog appears more often than other animals in dreams. It depicts our natural drives that are well socialised, but still have the tendency to revert back to the spontaneous or 'wild' state quite easily. For instance our anger might usually be well under control, but if someone teases us we might surprise ourselves by the amount and strength of our anger. Similarly our sexuality may be usually expressed in a socially acceptable way, but if we are in a situation where our sexual pleasure is stimulated or allowed easy expression we might deeply shock other people and ourselves by what we do" Well that about sums up the past four years of my life. A bit more intrigue for ya:
"The dog was also thought of as a guide or guardian of the hidden side of life." ![]() ![]() As for the dolphin portion of my dream, I'm guessing a dead dolphin is bad news if any of this holds true":
"Dolphins are highly intelligent mammals, and as such represents the mental attributes and accomplishments involved in the dream itself. It also denotes that the dreamer has made some giant strides upward through the use of his mental faculties, and, if the rest of the dream bears it out, a dolphin is like a pat on the dreamers back with a well done thrown in for good measure. "
Shit. More specifically: They are water dwelling mammals and in our dreams they represent our willingness and ability to navigate through emotions. They represent positive messages from our unconscious minds. Dolphins could also represent a positive connection between our consciousness and to those parts of the psyche that is a mystery and largely unconscious. So what does the dead dolphin actually mean? "May symbolize communication between the unconscious (sea) and conscious (sky). May represent some specific unconscious content that is speaking - or trying to speak - to you.
![]() I thought a little more on why it was my therapist who had given me the assignment to care for these animals in my dream. It seemed, strange since I consider her such a benevolent figure in my life as she helped me so much, for her to have a role in the nightmare. After some contemplation (something I am afraid to say I don't do much these days) I recalled that she was the one who told me not to worry so much that my desire to write had left me even though I feared I was sacrificing my writing for my sanity by taking mood stabilizers. In essence she told me it was probably just a dry spell I was going through and in the long run I was better off living a long life in stability and approaching my writing through that state of life that living my life in chaos on the chance to create art. Although consciously I understood and agreed with her, I have reaped the consequences now. The dogs symbolize the burden of senseless, automatic living I feel on some level she burdened me with. The side note of caring for the dolphin I feel I was supposed to know on my own but was her responsibility to remind me of, as an authoritative mentor. This also draws back to the reference to my job as I often feel that when I make mistakes I know I am supposed to know better, but had an authority figure intervened they would have guided me and I wouldnt have created such a mess. ![]() Leave a Comment { Last Page } { Page 17 of 25 } { Next Page } |
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