Seems more like your subconcious is in point of fact, quite religious. Albeit of an odd sort. You know, gods with amorous tendencies towards humans have been out of fashion for a while. Probably the last version in your cultural history would be the Catholic concept of Spiritual Ecstasy, see St. Teresa, for example. In the statuary showing her religious experience, the arrow from the angel ain't aiming at her heart.
Speaking of which, the Sacred Heart symbol has always looked totally sexual to me. I mean, just look at it: a sword (phallus) penetrating a heart (vulva) amid erupting flames (orgasm)! Seriously. I think it's gorgeous, but I'm sure most Catholics would be appalled at the very idea!
Now that is a powerful dream! When he kissed you, was it sexually or brotherly? Lips, cheek, forehead? How did you feel in the dream and when you woke up? Do you know what the picture looked like that he looked at?
Sorry, didn't mean to pounce, but I love dreams! I think it was beautifully religious, at least as to how I define religion, and I'd love to take a shot at interpreting it! Do you mind?
Pounce all you like, dear. And feel free to interpret as long as you let me in on what's going on in my head. I seem to be clueless.
The kiss was most definitely sexual... on the lips, complete with dip... the kind you give someone when the next step is ripping their clothes off. It was a hell of a turn on even though he was quite a muscular man, larger than me and almost blond which I don't like. (Past experience has led me to be leary of blonds.) The picture he was looking at was that one of Jesus at the door... I know you know it. Mostly, what I felt like in the dream was engaged... yeah, as in to be married... claimed, if you know what I mean.
What I felt like when I woke up has no bearing because after that I had a nightmare about being in a war (very detailed there too) and woke up scared out of my mind. Even lucid dreaming and knowing that a tapir's bite is not deadly didn't help much. The tapir's name was Lucy, by the way
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Here's my off-the-cuff interpretation: the Superego part of you is here as the woman employer/authority. She has decided (she made him sit down and not touch you) that you won't release the sacred sexually aggressive part of you (here as the sexually attractive and aggressive "brother"-not really your kin, but your animus/sexual self) until you've finished your "work" - learning to serve others. (I associate learning to serve tea with geishas, a reference to sexuality in service of another's will, but you may have entirely different associations with learning to serve tea. The serving and the domestic aspect are probably the important part.) The Superego also was asking him questions, indicating that that part of you doesn't trust the animus/sexuality part. You (in the dream) are going along with your Superego's decision to restrict yourself in this way, but your subconscious animus/sexuality is not on board with the program. The strong association of religion with the lover/Self in the dream - his looking at the religious icon, and
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Biting tapirs named Lucy that are very sweet until you shoot them... and who's bite swells up a soldier in the most grotesque manner in a matter of seconds. Surely I could get another story out of that if I tortured it enough...
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Seems more like your subconcious is in point of fact, quite religious. Albeit of an odd sort. You know, gods with amorous tendencies towards humans have been out of fashion for a while. Probably the last version in your cultural history would be the Catholic concept of Spiritual Ecstasy, see St. Teresa, for example. In the statuary showing her religious experience, the arrow from the angel ain't aiming at her heart.
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Sorry, didn't mean to pounce, but I love dreams! I think it was beautifully religious, at least as to how I define religion, and I'd love to take a shot at interpreting it! Do you mind?
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The kiss was most definitely sexual... on the lips, complete with dip... the kind you give someone when the next step is ripping their clothes off. It was a hell of a turn on even though he was quite a muscular man, larger than me and almost blond which I don't like. (Past experience has led me to be leary of blonds.) The picture he was looking at was that one of Jesus at the door... I know you know it. Mostly, what I felt like in the dream was engaged... yeah, as in to be married... claimed, if you know what I mean.
What I felt like when I woke up has no bearing because after that I had a nightmare about being in a war (very detailed there too) and woke up scared out of my mind. Even lucid dreaming and knowing that a tapir's bite is not deadly didn't help much. The tapir's name was Lucy, by the way ( ... )
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