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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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My Reality Dream


http://www.dreamsemantics.com/2009/02/my-reality-dream/

It was late and the moon was vividly gleaming thru my bedroom window. It was a cold and wary night. I knew it was late because I can here my parents fighting in the next room. I could tell my sister was fast asleep because of her face; she looked so peaceful, like she was dreaming of running down the beach to jump in the beautiful blue ocean. I was seven years of age that day.

As I laid in my bed looking at the moon as though it was a clock just waiting, waiting for another day, another hour, waiting to see the sun, just hoping that day would end. When I heard my parents start to calm down and go to bed, I got out of my bed and started to the door. As I put my hand upon the doorknob I heard someone coming. I knew because we had wood floor and it would make this screeching sound as you walk around the house. I scattered back to my bed and heard the door open, it was my mother to kiss us goodnight, and I heard a light whisper from my mother’s lips to my ear saying “Happy Birthday”.

As I listened to her footsteps walk out of my bedroom door and into hers, I got out of my bed, put my robe on and went to the kitchen. I got a glass of water and as I started towards my room I saw my dog Rocky, he was a Doberman. He was lying in front of the fireplace; he was a beautiful color of brown and red he was a muscular dog, one that has an image of a horse.

It was one of those nights that feel so much like a dream. However, was it because I wanted it to be a dream, or was it because I expected my birthday to be a great day, instead of just my average routine? Maybe it was a dream! In this dream like world I fell asleep next to the warm fireplace, yet I woke up in bed the next morning and had no notion of how I got there.

Could this have been a dream where you just can’t tell the difference from what is real and what is fake. I mean I could simply say it was a dream if I was this millionaire child whose parents choose there livelihood of being parents rather then having complications. I guess I will never know if I was awake or fast asleep dreaming this reality dream.

Author: Justin Wallace

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