I had a couple of weird dreams last week. Perhaps it was the build up of unreleased emotional “stuff” over life’s twists and turns, or perhaps it was the preservative laden soft drink I consumed with dinner? Who knows?
These are the first clearly recollectable dreams I’ve had in awhile. Here they are:
1. Mum and I in the car, on the way to a therapy session. Mum driving, but going the wrong way or getting lost, so that we would never make it to therapy.
2. I went to therapy, only my T wasn’t there or wouldn’t see me. Most of the dream was about the distress that this induced.
Hmmmm….. I think this is fairly obvious given what’s been going on for me, but I know there are those who say all the characters in your dreams are representations of yourself. If that’s the case:
1. Who the hell is driving the car if I am in the passenger seat? Or is this code for my own resistance to therapy??
2. If I’m not there with me, then, umm…. emperor’s new clothes? Fear of not finding the “me” I’ve lost?
What the … ?