The usual suspects

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The matter then is ‘what does this symbol mean in this image, the image of my dream?  How does it relate to my reality, how did I get there?

In order to understand dream images in their own terms, not as figments of fantasies but as independent subjects that are trying to tell me something,  I must find out about their ways of going about life and its tribulations…

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And if I were to understand somewhat more, I must make sense of these sometimes familiar characters, presented so differently from their usual selves; figure out what is it that they want to tell me when they come during the night in my dreams.

 What do the characters in the dream personify for me?  Who are these people?  How can I imagine them?

The usual suspects, the mother, the father, the brother, the sister, the wife, the husband, the daughter, the son, the boss, that colleague, the high school friend, the far gone friend, the girl friend, the partner, the president, the tyrant, the secretary, the servant, and the host of unknown people who populate my dreams… who are they?

The mother of the dream looks like my mother but does not behave like my real mother, and the same happens with the rest of them. Sometimes they behave according to what I know of them, sometimes not.   This tells me that the person in the dream is not ‘really’ the person that I know, as they behave and act in ways contrary to their selves.

And it also tells me that what I know and understand of the being ‘mother’ is not enough to understand the ‘mother’, or ‘my mother’, in the dream.  I realize then, that mother is not only a character that is, but one that has always been, as all of us come from mother, or father, or have siblings, or follow a leader, or relate in some way to any type of character.

Here I stumbled upon the gods, those age-old powers which are not personal; which seem to know much more than I can possibly know, and that often speak of aspects of what must be life without definite boundaries of space or time.  I stumbled upon myths and fairy tales of old.

Some come to the dream without me having a clue about why.  Why is it that a person I barely know, with whom I had a relationship so many years ago, keeps on visiting?  How is it that a person I barely know, perhaps I have only met her once, happens in the dream?  I ask myself, what are they carrying for me, what do they personify?


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