Recurring Dreams
So i keep having the same dreams over and over again for the past week and a bit. There was only ONE night when i didn't have the same dream. It has something to do with Dave, and getting back together with him. It's weird...so being me and being a little bit nerdy, i looked up on the net what reoccuring dreams mean:
"These dreams are very important and they should never be neglected because they remind us every day to pay attention to something that is deep in us, a knot that is untied, a difficulty that is not understood, the obstacle that prevents us of continuing in our psychic growth.
Reoccuring dreams speak in substance of the resistance that we put forward or the unconscious contents put forward in the growth of our interior development."
So guess what i have been doing? Neglectinig them of course. What the HELL do i have to pay attention to?? I do admit that when we broke up, which was while we were both drunk and before i stumbled down Joe's driveway to the taxi, that something was left unsaid. It's my nature to be sentimental and poetic, so i just feel like something was overlooked, or missed, etc. But what? I don't know. I'm sure as hell not going to go and ask him, "Hey, boy that i hurt very badly, what did we forget to do?"
I do have a few things in mind as to what we didn't do that could have made things better, but isn't that in the past now? Apparently not for me...or at least my unconscious self.
"These dreams are very important and they should never be neglected because they remind us every day to pay attention to something that is deep in us, a knot that is untied, a difficulty that is not understood, the obstacle that prevents us of continuing in our psychic growth.
Reoccuring dreams speak in substance of the resistance that we put forward or the unconscious contents put forward in the growth of our interior development."
So guess what i have been doing? Neglectinig them of course. What the HELL do i have to pay attention to?? I do admit that when we broke up, which was while we were both drunk and before i stumbled down Joe's driveway to the taxi, that something was left unsaid. It's my nature to be sentimental and poetic, so i just feel like something was overlooked, or missed, etc. But what? I don't know. I'm sure as hell not going to go and ask him, "Hey, boy that i hurt very badly, what did we forget to do?"
I do have a few things in mind as to what we didn't do that could have made things better, but isn't that in the past now? Apparently not for me...or at least my unconscious self.