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dialogue of the psyche
DREAMS: sequence images, sounds and feelings experienced when sleeping
SEMANTICS: linguistics. the study of meaning.

http://www.dreamsemantics.com/2009/02/the-wise-old-man/

This archetype was described as Carl Jung as a person with great judgment and wisdom.  The wise old man is sometimes referred to as the Sage. This archetype is characterized by being old, bearded, father-figure type who uses his great personal knowledge of the world and offer guidance through stories and may impress upon his [...]

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Voices from beyond


http://www.dreamsemantics.com/2009/01/voices-from-beyond/

I was extremely tired one afternoon when I came home from school. I had been up since 4:45am and decided it would best if I rested for at least an hour.  When I awoke from my nap, I was breathless and afraid. My heart hammered wildly as I tried to gather my thoughts. My sweaty palms clutched at the sides of my bed as I struggled to regain composure. Looking around, I realized that everything was as it should be. The soft afternoon sun filtered through the window, barely illuminating the room.  For a few seconds, I was able to think clearly, and realized that I was awake. I was out of harms way. Relief flowed through me but only for a moment because I had realized that in the dream I had just, the room I was sleeping in was exactly the same. The minimal sunlight was equal to the one in my dream, and the television I had left on was showing the exact same program I had seen on the television in my dream. My head began to swim as memories flooded back to me.  In my dream, I was stretched out along my bed, watching a romantic comedy. It was late afternoon. I drifted off and once I did, I felt a great pressure on my body. It was as if someone was sitting on my chest. I could barely breath, let alone move or speak.  It felt as if my whole body was too heavy, and I was pinned to the bed. I heard a strange whispering in my ear. It was as if the room was filled with people who were speaking in hushed tones. I tried to open my eyes but to no avail.   I then heard the whispering die down as the voices of a man and small, female child flowed through my ear. They said something along the lines of, “Would you like to know how we died?”.  Inwardly I responded yes, though I was terrified. Curiosity won me over. In my dream, it was as if I was finally allowed to open my eyes. Once I did, I looked down towards where my feet were and I saw a small, female child, around the age of 7 or 8, wearing a pink dress. She had blonde pigtails and was staring at me as she held up a poster board with words she wanted me to read. Try as I may, I could not read the words. Then, it was as if the child understood that she wasn’t getting her message across because in place of the poster board she held over her head, there was a pillow instead. She slowly lowered it to her face and when she let go of the pillow, it stayed suspended in mid-air, right in front of her face. I could see that she was thrashing her arms wildly, as if the pillow was suffocating her. I watched, motionless, though I tried with everything I had to move my body so that I may save her. It was of no use. I was pinned down. I wanted to yell but as I was about to do so, I awoke. I am a heavy sleeper, and I remember dreaming but I never seem to remember many of my dreams. Only the ones that have made an impact on me. I am, however, a true believer in dreams and the messages that are being portrayed through them. I am also a believer in the paranormal which is why I looked into the history of the home I am now living in. The house was built in the early 90′s, but the land that the house is built on was previously a forest. It is a wide belief that mobsters and murderers would dispose of the bodies of their victims in this same area. I could only guess at how many lives were lost on this land. As I have written above, my dream held the voices of many people though only two were heard distinctly. That of the man, and the young girl. I never found out how the man died, but I believe I have figured out a clue as to how the small girl was killed through her communication to me in my dream.

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One Response to “Voices from beyond”

geisha

Hi! There is a fine line between dreams and reality. When undergoing hypnotic exercises such as going in a trance, you are actually in between dreaming and wakefulness, descriptively called as “spaced out”. Your mind is at a powerful phase at this time, able to do things that is not common in reality and usually hard to explain to skeptics. you jut have to believe and that is what dream is all about anyway.=)

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