"Outbreak"
Today I have worked on a dream. The dream was about asylum seekers who were illegal in the country. They were locked up. Police was coming, these people really had no sense, as headless horses, they came out wild, naked, and painted (like traditional natives). I wanted to get them into the place again where they were locked up. I wanted to shut the door. I myself was in danger too if they were found. I called the dream “Outbreak”. The rest of the dream was all about doors that I locked, not with a key, but with a wooden peg and again about the danger of an outbreak of asylum seekers.
First I was happy with the dream, thinking that it was nice that these people came out. My free joyful Three-of-Cups-Nature broke loose! About time! The lid of black tar that I painted last week, lifted up! I did a drawing in which I painted the asylum seekers breaking loose.
When I finished it, and I went downstairs to eat lunch I gradually became shocked about my drawing, because I could not get them back in again! (I had painted them while breaking loose).
My shock added another layer of meaning on the dream, and also gave me another view on it. The asylum seekers represent not only feelings that I have trouble with allowing. They also stand for people who cross my boundaries, to which I give them opportunity when I am not clear about them.
I went back to my drawing table. First I made a drawing of a little house with a door for the asylum seekers, to put them symbolically back in their place again.But I could not open the door to let them if I wanted so that did not satisfy me.
After that I painted little paper dolls, symbolizing the asylum-seekers, and I put them in a black envelope (hmm...the color of tar again) which can be opened and closed.
This inner work changed my view on the dream and my view on my myself. It taught me that I am allowed to be in control, to set boundaries, that this is an important instrument, and that I need it in my life.
A fruitful dream.
First I was happy with the dream, thinking that it was nice that these people came out. My free joyful Three-of-Cups-Nature broke loose! About time! The lid of black tar that I painted last week, lifted up! I did a drawing in which I painted the asylum seekers breaking loose.
When I finished it, and I went downstairs to eat lunch I gradually became shocked about my drawing, because I could not get them back in again! (I had painted them while breaking loose).
My shock added another layer of meaning on the dream, and also gave me another view on it. The asylum seekers represent not only feelings that I have trouble with allowing. They also stand for people who cross my boundaries, to which I give them opportunity when I am not clear about them.
I went back to my drawing table. First I made a drawing of a little house with a door for the asylum seekers, to put them symbolically back in their place again.But I could not open the door to let them if I wanted so that did not satisfy me.
After that I painted little paper dolls, symbolizing the asylum-seekers, and I put them in a black envelope (hmm...the color of tar again) which can be opened and closed.
This inner work changed my view on the dream and my view on my myself. It taught me that I am allowed to be in control, to set boundaries, that this is an important instrument, and that I need it in my life.
A fruitful dream.