Naked Dreaming

When I was going to school here for my teaching credential, I took a class on dream interpretation from a soft-spoken professor named George Jackson.  He taught us the Jungian approach to working dreams and told us to drink a glass of water before going to bed and to keep a notebook and pen next to the bed so we could write down our dreams when we got up to pee.

George said an unworked dream is like an unread letter.
I think about that a lot.
Which isn’t to say I work all my dreams.
I don’t.
Not for quite some time.

This morning I had a dream between waking with Zippy and when it was time for me to get up.
Don’t worry.
I won’t bore you with the details.

Suffice to say it included
nudity
a slide
swimming pool
and an LJ friend who recently sold two books.

The dream was rife with symbolism.
And at first I thought it did not bode well for me and my career.
But as I let the symbols and feelings flow and connect,
I realized it was a perfectly wonderful dream.

And not just because it included a tall, super-fast slide.

                     

8 thoughts on “Naked Dreaming

  1. Hm…your dream sounds much better than mine (in which the kitty pooped on the floor and I had to run his nose in it…and then, sadly, I woke up and it was real!). Oh, and I also dreamt about DH a lot (and I was mad at him in every dream…it’s probably good that I have those dreams, because then I can be happy with him awake, hehe).

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  2. Mine was not so fun last night. I dreamed I started a relationship with this guy who used to be in my writer’s group. At first he was nice, then he started doing things like caressing my face and then after a minute saying, “You know, you might look better if you put on some blush or maybe some other make up.”
    Yuck.
    I think a naked waterslide with friends sound much more fun.

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  3. Mine was not so fun last night. I dreamed I started a relationship with this guy who used to be in my writer’s group. At first he was nice, then he started doing things like caressing my face and then after a minute saying, “You know, you might look better if you put on some blush or maybe some other make up.”

    Yuck.

    I think a naked waterslide with friends sound much more fun.

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  4. I spent Saturday plowing through the archives at the Los Angeles Central Library, looking for traces of my family history. My dream that night? I was smack-dab in the middle of a carnival show: scary clowns, dark tunnels, freakish humans and untamed animals. Hmmm, let’s interpret that! 🙂

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