Freudian Flips: Do you remember a recent dream you had? Or an older one that stayed vivid in your mind? Today you’re your own Freud: Tell us the dream, then interpret it for us. Feel free to be as serious or humorous as you see fit, or invent a dream if you can’t remember a real one. Ben Huberman
The penultimate dream that has stayed with me, after two years of dream psychotherapy forty odd years ago, is the following: (After this dream I was on a high for three weeks).
Living in a medieval walled city, I woke with my baby and bathed in large full bath of warm water beneath the stars. We dressed for a journey, wearing warm clothes, as the sun was not yet up. We had to leave before anyone woke up. I collected a basket of food and a rug. There appeared three statuesque golden figures standing on the hill each holding umbrellas. They were spiritual beings appearing to bless us.
Getting out a large iron key, I was able to unlock the large wooden door in the worn city wall. We went down the hill to a dinghy. Holding the baby, I climbed in. The water was calm and we settled our chattels and ourselves into the boat. The sun was beginning to rise as we departed. It was as if we were on a railway line; the course was set and our unknown destination determined. There was a feeling of hope and a new beginning.
After this dream, the euphoria made me realize there was hope. The symbols in this dream: the spiritual beings on the hill were there to over see that all was well. The key represented my own ability to make decisions and take charge of my life.
My husband at this time was in love with someone else and suffering from a bipolar condition. I guess this dream showed me that I had to take charge of my own life and that there was a life for me out there.
We stayed together for another three years, but the journey to return to my homeland was made, bringing two young children back to Australia.