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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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Visions of the Future


http://www.dreamsemantics.com/2009/08/visions-of-the-future/

When I was a child, I dreamed a lot. Some I never got the chance to retell because they were blurry while others were too vivid that I can still remember them today. When my dreams became too scary and frightening for me, I just ran to my mommy and would tell her my dreams with it’s  every detail. She, on the other hand, would patiently listen to my ramblings no matter how outrageous it may be. There were also times I would wake her up in the middle of the night just to tell my dreams. They seemed endless, like a river steadily streaming down to nowhere and I was compelled to tell for no particular reason. The weird part was, my nanny would scribble away in her diary afterwards. I never asked why.

Few years forward, I remember this one sunny afternoon when I felt so dizzy I need to sleep it off. I was about to see my friends so I tried to shake it off but to no avail. I ended up snoozing on the sofa. As usual, I dreamed. I dreamed of being in a car with my dad. I was talking incessantly and he was so intent on driving, like he never heard me. Everything seemed fine until an old man suddenly appeared in front of the car and my dad swerved sharply to avoid the old man. Unfortunately, we went off the road and down the cliff. I remembered meeting my dad’s sad eyes before my nanny woke me up after hearing me scream nonstop. She quickly brought me water to drink while I burst out the dream like a mad girl. As I calmed down, she told me never to tell anyone about this dream. My friends came and soon I forgot all about the dream I had. Only, when I got home, my nanny was sitting in the front porch waiting for me to come home and told me the news:  that my father died in a car accident.

Then there was this time, I dreamed of my mom dating my professor five years after my father’s death. I wasn’t aware that they know each other, much less, date and besides, my mom never told me anything about seeing him so one night, after dinner, out of nowhere, I just told her to give it a chance and it’s totally okay with me if she chooses to marry again. She broke into tears and hugged me. The next night, she invited my professor to have a dinner with us. He became my stepfather.

There have been other dreams that eventually came true.  Some of them were painful, others were just random, uneventful things while most held happiness. My nanny’s no longer with us but before she died she told me she had always believed in my dreams and always took note when I rely messages from my dream.

Soon after my marriage took an ugly turn and I was left to fend for myself, it is but natural to suffer depression, only mine was a little over the top and required psychiatric help. During those times, it was a barrage of dreams that totally confused me I could no longer recognize them. I cleaned up and got my act together, only I lost a big part of me:  the dreams stopped.

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