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Showing posts with label Sigmund Freud. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sigmund Freud. Show all posts

Monday, December 28, 2009

Dreams...striking symbolic images resonate! White orchids stunning visual...









Last night, for some inexplicable reason, my dreams were remarkably vivid and symbolic in nature.

So much so, I hazard a guess that from the depths of my very soul, the future is being foreshadowed; albeit, in the mysterious language of the inner psyche - which is oftentimes - difficult to fathom.

If anything, it appears from the images that resonated in every fibre of my being, that there may be startling changes on the horizon in my personal and professional life!

In one dream sequence, for instance, I was striding through a park-like setting after having lost my way while out on a leisurely stroll.

As I searched for the way back home, I spied a door to a two-story wood-panelled house, and entered it.

Immediately, I found myself flying up a flight of stairs - at which point - I came across a young lady and a maid (tending to her needs).

When I entered unannounced, both individuals stared at me a tad puzzled, as a faint hint of recognition slowly crept across their otherwise emotionless faces.

Suddenly, I was shocked to discover that I was standing there stark naked!

Afraid that they might recognize me,  I turned on my heel,  dashed out the open door and tumbled down the stairs at break-neck speed.

When I stepped outside a second later, I was taken aback.

Now, I was in the midst of a breath-taking garden - brimming with exquisite white flowers laden with full blossoms in a myriad of exotic varieties (such as rare orchids) - and a blanket of thick lush greenery everywhere I gazed around me in astonishment.

At one point, I spied a busy city street a few feet away, so I headed in that direction.

As I slipped through a couple of bushes towards the sidewalk, an elderly gardener (who spoke french, if I recall correctly) asked me what I was doing there in the garden.

Although the pleasant-looking woman didn't appear to understand English very well, I managed to explain away my presence with little ado to her satisfaction.

Then, I woke up with a start!

Frankly, it's been years since I've had such a mesmerizing symbolic dream.

And, it will be many a moon, before I forget it.




Master dream interpreter Carl Jung


Monday, March 2, 2009

Angelina Jolie...my wet dream!



The mystical Jungian images appeared to be drawing me deeper into their symbolic realm when - suddenly - I found myself sprawled in bed naked next to a lone figure turned away from me slumbering away.

Suddenly - without warning - the warm body rolled over and I was stunned to find myself kissy-face with Angelina Jolie.

In a few seconds, we were all over each other, making out furiously!

Cut to a speeding Porsche.

"We musn't tell Brad," she insisted, as she shifted the gears of the high-maintenance roadster and gazed deeply into my eyes.

Before you could say - "wet dream" - I was wide awake and shaking my head in disbelief.

What the heck was that all about?

The curious dream was obviously triggered by the fact I mentioned how stunning the actress looked on the red carpet at the Oscar celebrations last week.

Of course, wild dangerous femme fatales are no strangers to moi!

In fact, in my youth - when the sixties were in full swing - I crossed paths with a few!

Recently, when I was in Vancouver visiting old friends - a security guard (and a former member of a notorious biker gang) who was in charge of security at Rochdale College when I was in attendance there in 1969 - out-of-the-blue asked a question which jarred my memory a tad.

"What ever happened to that blond babe with the great ta ta's you hung out with," he quizzed me point-blank without a hint of decorum in his voice.

Before I could collect my thoughts and respond, he turned to the other guests in the room, and tattled on me!

"You should have seen this chick (his expression, not mine, ladies).

"She had these huge melons, and porcelain skin, and the hottest little bod on her."

"And," he cackled, "She wore a long white fur coat without anything - no panties, nothing - underneath."

Now the memories came flooding back, indeed!

We met earlier in the evening, made out in the shower, and then party-hopped around the 18-level College dorm 'til the crack of dawn.

I guess we were quite an eyeful - me, in my tight-fitting blue jeans, shirtless and barefoot - she, a ravenous Swedish beauty wrapped in a lone luxurious fur.

Well, I've always adored beautiful women.

Put them up on a pedestal, that's for sure.

I guess I'm a sort-of a "fag-hag" in reverse.

Readers who follow my blog are keen on the fact I'm inclined to feature a stunning beauty or two in a blog post now and then.

And, if I'm reviewing a film or penning a career profile - you can bet your sweet - um - bippy - that I'll post a flattering photo which usually captures the lass as scantily-clad as possible.

Handsome men get the nod, too.

I need something to pretty up the pages, don't I?

Ralph Waldo Emerson said it best:

"Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is Art."



Blond Bombshell! Brigitte Bardot!

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Dreams...Clinton scandal on horizon?




I awoke with a start...

Disturbing images from the night before were still vivid in my mind and they troubled me. After all, I'm not one to take such matters lightly.

In a dream years ago, I recalled falling back against a wall. As I slumped to the cold pavement, I glanced upward, and spied a man firing a pistol straight at me.

When I was riveted back into consciousness, there was a nagging impression in my mind that someone famous was going to be murdered in the street; unfortunately, I was unable to catch a glimpse of their face in the dream sequence.

A couple of days later, John Lennon was shot!

In one segment of the surreal montage the other night, a chauffeur was driving me to the airport where I was expected to catch a plane to journey on to Washington to receive an Honor at the White House.

The driver, an Afro-American male, turned and smiled through the open glass partition.

Then, for some inexplicable reason, he handed me a brand new copy of Bill Clinton's book on "Giving"...

I glanced down at the white cover; suddenly, the outside flap turned pitch black!

The two of us reacted in shock...

The livery service employee quickly noted that there was a bookstore down the street. At this point in the surreal dream, he scrambled out of the vehicle purring at the curb, and dashed up the bustling city street to pick up a fresh copy of the book so the Clinton's wouldn't be upset.

As soon as he departed, I glanced down in wonder at the publication resting in my shaking hands. At that precise moment, the outer jacket transformed back into its original shade of pristine white. Then, I woke up, perplexed.

The next night, I was savoring an invigorating shower. Suddenly - as the steaming-hot jet of crystal-clear water shot forth from the nozzle all over my naked flesh - a dark, muddy pool of liquid began to flow into the basin at my feet.

A voice in my mind said, "Don't drink it. It's contaminated!"

As I wrestled myself from the deep, hypnotic state, I bolted upright in my bed trying to fathom the symbols.

In my estimation, both nightmares were prophetic dreams.

First, it should be noted that dreams never speak to you in a language that you do not understand.

If you're afraid of swimming, for instance, then such an image in a dream sequence may be a warning - a message to pay heed to. If a snake represents evil, the appearance of one is in reference to that.

Both Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung - two leading dream analysts - identified dreams as a dramatic interaction between the unconscious and the conscious minds.

Basically, there are three types of dreams...

First, there is the purely prophetic kind, which essentially peer into the future.

In Biblical times, Joseph was inclined to have profound dreams, which often foretold of cataclysmic events.

In one, he noted to his brothers...

"...behold, we were binding sheaves in the field, and lo [behold], my sheaf rose up and also stood erect; and behold, your sheaves gathered around and bowed down to my sheaf."

In another, the sun and the moon and eleven stars bowed to him.

God often used him as an instrument to forewarn about events on the horizon to pay heed to. Forebodings such as these are not easy to interpret.

The idea of "prophetic dreaming" becomes compelling when déjà vu is experienced.

After all, déjà vu generally conjures up a feeling of having previously seen or experienced something which may be attributed to having been dreamt about in a similar situation or place, and forgetting about it, until one seems to be mysteriously reminded of the situation or place while awake...

The second kind of dreams arise and spring from daily tension and anxiety.

During waking hours, sentient beings are prone to toil at work, watch television, and listen to the radio...so, cries from the subconscious are often blocked out.

At night, the lower levels of the psyche try to communicate what is amiss, or offer up clues as to what may be irking us, with the ultimate aim of calming our fears and attaining peace of mind.

Some argue that dreams cleanse unhealthy thoughts from the mind during sleep.

On occasion, such a process may be interrupted due to "dream incorporation". This occurrence takes place when an external stimulus - usually an auditory one - becomes a part of a dream, eventually awakening the dreamer.

"Dream Incorporation" is used in research to examining the degree to which preceding daytime events become elements of dreams. Studies have determined that events the day preceding and those about a week before have the most influence.

The third dream state pertains to the individual on a deeply personal level and is connected to personality traits, changes in the offing, and unique aspects of the person's life - not inconsequential, at all.

According to Carl Jung, there is a collective unconscious which a person taps into, at a basic level of the mind, which is common to all races and cultures.

Jung theorized archetypal symbols reside in the universal, myth-making part of the mind, and that myths and dreams stem from the same profound imaginings.

This argument supports the idea that individuals across the "board" are capable of having relatively similar dreams, especially in respect to universal truths. This may account for the ability of a handful to experience prophetic glimpses into the future and discern events that may affect all mankind.

Call it a kind-of primal instinct in the lower reaches of the mind.

The celebrated psychologist doubted that the images were solely related to the subject's personal experience.

To Jung, a fairly insightful, open-minded doctor - symbols of dreams were an efficient language, comparable to poetry, uniquely capable of revealing hidden, underlying personality traits.

Fritz Perls, who coined the phrase "Gestalt Therapy", expanded upon this point of view to say that even inanimate objects represented aspects of the dreamer. For this reason, a subject was often asked to imagine an object in the dream and describe it in order to bring an awareness of the characteristics that corresponded to the dreamer's personality.

Houses, on the other hand, usually refer to the "house" or temple of the individual, or their soul. If the structure is white, then the person may be experiencing a period of cleansing, since white represents purity.

Meanwhile, Sigmund Freud - a leading analyst in the field - conjectured that all human experience was subject to cause and effect.

In his opinion, dreams sprung forth as an aspect of the unconscious mind.

Through a technique known as free association, he surmised he could interpret dreams.

For instance, in a therapy session, subjects were asked to articulate sequences of spontaneous and random connections, using dreams as their starting points.

In his book, "Interpreting Dreams", he further theorized the mind operated on two levels - the primary and the secondary.

The id consisted of the primordial, inherited instincts; while the EGO, was focused on morality, rationality, and logic.

In the dreaming mind (primary process) unconcious desire and fears were turned into symbols; in the waking mind (secondary process) impulses and symbols were repressed through the operation of reason and conscience.

Id acted as a wish-fulfillment, couching them in symbolic form, so that they did not become urgent yearnings; hence, the symbolic musings did not disturb the dreamer.

Dream symbolism was facilitated by the complex mind to permit sleep, he theorized, by allowing the id to express the animalistic desires of the individual without forcing them into consciousness.

He further asserted that dreams functioned on two levels - consisting of manifest content (what dreams seem to mean) and latent content (what they actually mean).

The manifest content disguised the latent by dream sequences such as condensation (multiple dream meanings condensed into one symbol) and displacement (visual metaphor).

Using free association, he felt he was able to make connections that patients made between the symbols, to reveal a dream's content and arrive at a true interpretation

Freud formulated many theories about sexual urges and the id, but others who followed in his footsteps, challenged those ideas vigorously.

Some concluded that far from manifesting the power of some inner demon, dreams were a continuation of and a response to, waking states and events - as I noted earlier.

Not to be left behind, Freud proceeded to make a distinction, too, between those dreams prompted by id and those arising from day-to-day mundane matters.

In contrast, Jung felt dream work was an essential tool for psychoanalysis because dream symbols represented common humanity.

In this capacity, Jung noted they had a religious function; each one led to a path of self-discovery and spiritual enlightenment.

In view of the foregoing, the dream images of the limousine driver and the book transformations, conjure up many intriguing clues - but no cigar, yet!

Maybe there is a "black" scandal on the horizon for Clinton pertaining to issues of "giving", as suggested by the book imagery.

But what of the Afro-American limo driver?

The water sequence drew a blank until this past week when it was announced that Bush vetoed the Water Bill(s).

Ah, the water!

Something about the water.

Don't drink it!

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Wild Strawberries...Ingmar Bergman's best!


In the opening scenes of Wild Strawberries an elderly Doctor is puzzled by a sequence of dreams...

In one, as he gazes skyward, he is taken aback by a town clock without any hands.

As he turns in the street to take in the rest of his surroundings, an ornate horse-drawn carriage - trimmed with a Golden Cherub - turns a corner. A wheel catches on a fixture protruding from a building and upsets the procession - at which point - a nondescript wooden coffin spills out onto the quiet cobblestone street.

Taken aback at first, the doctor draws closer when he notices a corpse in the open casket.

Boldly, he snatches up the lifeless body, and pulls it up to maneuver a gaze at the face.

It's his own, naturally.

Is he staring death in the face?

A few years ago, I experienced a remarkably similar nightmare, in some respects.

In mine, I stumbled into an empty room painted in a blinding, dazzling shade of etheric white. At my feet, I spied my naked dead body with a splash of garish red blood marking a gaping wound at my chest. Almost sacredly, I carried my limp form out of the room.

Curiously, the following evening I was attending a party and in the course of a conversation mentioned the disturbing dream to another guest. Coincidentally, a woman standing nearby turned out to be a dream analyst who proceeded to help me fathom the depths of the startling images.

She noted that the room represented my "house" (me) and that the color of "white" symbolized the attainment of purity. The body, she asserted, was my "dead self". Evidently, I was in a phase of great change in my life, she conjectured. A part of me had died and now there was renewal in my life. The reason I cradled my dead body, she explained, was because we must have compassion on our "former selves".

In essence, we are the sum total of all our experiences and must recognize and accept that.

In the case of the good doctor in Wild Strawberries some might speculate that he was coming face-to-face with mortality. The manner in which he was handling the issue would tend to suggest that he was at odds with the foreboding signs.

After all, noted psychologist Carl Jung believed dreams were expressed in a symbolic language; also, that they were the pathway to self-actualization.

In contrast, Freud argued that dreams were a matter of convenience.

They help to prolong sleep instead of waking up - and subsequently - are the guardians of sleep and not its disturbers

If we are to concur with Freud, the meaning of the good Doctor's dreams signal one avenue of thought.

I am inclined to focus on the Assyrians who alleged dreams were simply omens.

Dreams, according to their cultural heritage, contained warnings; more importantly, were God's way of demanding some type of action.

Yes, perhaps the hour had come for the retiring physician to take stock of his life!

The Wild Strawberries figure quite prominently into the scheme of things, too.

Medieval stone masons carved strawberry designs on altars and around the tops of pillars in Churches and Cathedrals to symbolize perfection and righteousness.

All told, it is evident that Ingmar Bergman's storytelling devices profoundly hit their mark.

The Cinematography in the film is breathtaking.

In one scene, the camera slowly pans as the Doctor cautiously strides down a desolate lane; you could hang a gilded frame on each moment of film for each is so artfully crafted.

While the directing itself is at times formal, it is natural and seamless nonetheless.

His signature style is immediately recognizable on film.

The relentless close-up of the face is one of the useful thematic keys to Bergman's work, for example.

Moreover, his provocative screen images often generate startling feelings of raw, complex subjectivity as well.

When asked about the meaning of his films, he said, "...it is a difficult and dangerous question and I usually give this evasive answer: I try to tell the truth about the human condition, the truth as I see it."

Mr. Bergman once noted, "No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls."

In a staggering body of work spanning fifty years he has proven that to be true.
 
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