-----------------------------------------------------------------------------Dream Analysis.Dream analysis seems to have lost it's attraction for psychotherapists today and recommending it for self-analysis seems almost a crayzy joke. Yet- here our would be self-analyst shows us with charm and advancing insights, that it works for her. |
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 music and booze fueled family. |
Cats real and fictional enter my dream world often. I have had dreams of a taking cat who acted to guide me from out of imprisonment imposed on me by an old woman. Also one of a tomboy like "Puss in the Boots" and recently one, out of the cat and the fiddle story who appeared and astonishingly rapidity played the country style fiddle duel, "Daniel and the Devil's Pact" (Charley Daniel's Band)) {not sure of the actual song title but its story implications are clear enough. It is that my subconscious is saying I've made a bad bargain with the devil-my associations run to the thoughts of coming from a musical family, where as a child and young adult music, dancing, singing, drinking and fighting was what the adults do. And which appeared to be that which was the joy of their lives. It also led to broken hearts, stupid relationships, divorces and despicable behaviors. Their levels of interactions had very high and then very low mood swings. My husband, Bill is quiet, thoughtful, hardly every drinks. He does not seem to desire the wild life at all. Logically, he is a good husband. When we have a small dispute it is almost always over my poor handling of money, When this happens he call me a financial idiot and I strike back, that he may be right, but that when it comes to music, it is he who is the idiot! Last night, I dreamed I was back at my old school's music department and I was explain to my friends that I would not be coming back. Because I was accepting a profitable, but non music related job, which pleased my husband, whom I said frowned on working for nothing, (as was the usual rule in the music department.) They all laughed, as they knew that was their fate. As I left the building one of the pet cats that had been there for years followed me because it liked me so well. Apparently the cat was the mascot and good luck piece for the nusic department. I petted it and told it it was needed there and had to stay. Back home I somehow learned that a series of bad luck events had occured at the music department. Teachers had been fired for inaaprprate affairs with students, a fire distroyed the music hall and the senior music professor had colon cancer and was not expected to live. The schedieuled perforances had consquently been cut in half. There was a message, I didn't fully inderstand, about a dog that was attacked and killed by a hungry mountain lion in front the school. Some how I was expected to feel guilty or responsible for this. But I did't really feel that way about the news. |
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