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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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Innocence


http://www.dreamsemantics.com/2009/02/innocence/

Cars honking, people chattering, busy streets for as miles as he can see. He stands, stunned with what is before his very eyes. “Where am I? What am I doing here?” He pondered and felt as though as he is lost in an unfamiliar place. He walks into an extremely tall building afraid and feels like he has just vanished from the very bed he slept in. As he approached a tall dark desk, which sat a man whom had brown and blondish hair, dressed in uniform, and greeted the young boy with a crooked smile this unknown man said, “Are you lost kiddo?” The child seemed speechless, still confused at where he is, and how he arrived in this strange place. The boy then answered and said “Yes sir, I am lost…where am I”. The tall gentlemen beyond the desk immediately answered with a bright smile saying, “You are in New York City within the South Tower World Trade Center, this majestic piece of art has 110 floors, and is one of the tallest buildings known to man”.

The boy wondered how he became to be in the lobby of a building in New York City. As he glanced at the clock which read 8:30 a.m. the man behind the desk said, “Do you need help with anything?” The boy appeared speechless, confused, and held back his tears of fear, the child then stuttered an answer saying, “Where is the restroom?” The man then replied back saying “up stairs to left”. The young child walked to what he saw as moving stairs, which seemed to confuse him even more. As he got on the moving stairs arriving to the top, he walked to men’s restroom, went into a stall, sat in the corner and cried.

He was so baffled and couldn’t understand why he was where he was. He kept shutting his eyes as hard as he could, thinking he would open them and be back home. The young boy then heard a loud sound that ruffled the walls of the restroom, then another loud sound, which was that of a fire alarm. He didn’t want to move from the spot he was at, he feared what was happening and just wanted to be back home. After sitting for thirty-five minutes hoping for a miracle would happen to make him vanish and appear at his home, he decided to stand up and walk back outside. He heard cries, running, and screaming; as he stood outside the restroom door confused at what to do next he glanced at the clock that read 9:50a.m.

He walked back to the moving stairs, seeing hundreds of people running, sweating, and crying as they run towards the exit. The tall man that has brown and blonde hair appeared sad, the man then told the boy to run outside of the building as fast as he could. As the boy went down the moving stairs, he realized he couldn’t run. His legs were hard to move each time. As he moved as fast as his legs would let him, making it outside, and across the street, he started to hear a thunderous sound from above. His body quivering, his eyes watery, his heart stopped, feared with what he has witnessed. He saw this grayish cloud tumbling down towards him! He then turned around, back towards the building and began to run as fast as he could. He began to scream for help, crying out for his mother and father, tears running down his cheeks frightened if this dark cloud would consume him and his life.
He then turned his head towards the cloud to see how close it was, realizing it was two feet from his back, began to run even faster. He then closed his eyes, while feeling a chill upon his back, the grayish smoke consuming his body, making it harder to breath. He then opened his eyes and saw only black, pitch black, not a thing insight. He looked down to the right and saw a familiar dog next to him. He sighed with relief, wiped the tears from his cheeks. The young boy then glanced as his face in a rugged mirror within the room and his face was covered with the grayish color that haunted his dream.

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