I know this is an old, OLD thread, but I am reviving it because I had a dream last night with which I think you'all will really have fun.<P>First, this dream was not quite so crystal clear as my accident dream. It was a little blurry around the edges. Anyway, I dreamt of a large, three- or four-story, old, victorian house. It was yellow with white trim and in perfect condition--meaning it was neatly painted, the yard was neat, the garden was weedless, the house was restored, and the furniture was antique but restored and polished. For some reason, I KNEW that I belonged in this house--almost as if the house called out to me. So I walked up the sidewalk and opened the front door. It is significant to note that the sidewalk and front door of the house in my dream were laid out EXACTLY like the house I am currently living in while I am separated. <P>So, I opened the front door, and there are a bunch of people in the house. It's not jammed full of people, but there are quite a few. So, I take a few steps into the house--a stairway is to my right, the kitchen is straight ahead, the living room is to the left (in fact, it is laid out almost exactly like the house I grew up in as a child--the house in which I was beaten). Anyway, I take about five steps or so, and suddenly it dawns on me. Everyone in the house is a twin!! The twins are paired off, and theyy are walking around together and talking to each other and discussing something--like as if they had a paper they were both reading. <P>Once I realize that everyone in the house is a twin, I stopped walking and just stood and watched for a while, and what was really happening is that there were two people "outside" who were twins and did not know they were one of a pair of twins. They would feel a pull to come to the house, and some listened to it and came right away, and others ignored it and gradually over their lifetime came to the house. And there, they were surprised and reunited with their twin. And what the twins were doing was comparing birth certificates, comparing memories, telling each other about their lives, etc! <P>I thought this was cool and surprisingly it made me feel REALLY good--sort of happy and hopeful--so I started to walk again. Suddenly I bumped into MY twin. We both had been so busy walking around looking at the other that we hadn't seen each other and we walked right into each other! The funny thing was that it wasn't so much the face or the body that struck me, as the eyes. I looked into my twins eyes and I just KNEW it was her! It was like stunning and thrilling all at once, and I felt like saying, "I finally found you" but until 10 seconds ago, I hadn't had a clue that she existed, so how could I have been looking for her?<P>We hugged and sort of giggled, and then I woke up.<P><BR>Interesting, huh? Anyone care to take a crack at it? Come on, where are all your Freudians when I need you? I know, there's no reference to a cigar, but what do you think it all means?<P>CJ<P>------------------<BR>Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.

Can the interpretation of this dream really be as obvious as it seems?<P>Your twin, I imagine, represents yourself. More specifically, the repressed (and perhaps disowned?) parts of yourself. Until we accept those parts of ourselves, we will never feel complete.<P>The interior of the house is reminescent of the location of your childhood traumas, because only by going back there and facing them will you be able to find and identify the lost parts of yourself.<P>The exterior of the house is reminescent of your current home, because all your unaddressed (or partially addressed) issues are wrapped up in your current situation. To get where you need to go, you need to start where you are now.<P>The cigar represents the celebration of the birth of your rejoined/reborn self. (When interpreting dreams, I reckon it's important to be glib! )<BR>

Rodin, <P>Good one! This dream was just so symbolic that I thought it made a rather interesting dream; like you, I had also concluded that my own twin represented some portion of myself. I have to admit, though, that the fact that the exterior reminded me of my current home and the interior reminded me of my childhood home was just unsettling enough that I couldn't see what it was. <P>About five years ago, I began therapy for my past childhood traumas, and it was a three year effort to get through it all and learn how to apply therapy to myself (if you know what I mean ) I'm not sure what you do or do not know, so I will briefly say that I was sexually and physically abused as a child. The sexual abuse stopped when I was about 5yo or so, and unbeknownst to me, the abuse just switched over to my younger sister. I didn't find out for YEARS, and when I did, I felt sick and guilty, because I had wanted to protect her, ya know? I was physically abused (meaning hit and beat) until I was about 17yo, at which time my parents stopped hitting me and decided to divorce each other and hit each other! YIKES. In case you can't tell, it wasn't a childhood-it was a war zone and I survived, and I am very proud of myself for surviving.<P>So… I went through this therapy and there was just so much to go through and face that it took years, but I am VERY proud of myself for having the courage to face it, to get through it, and to learn how to recognize my own Post Traumatic Stress responses and stuff. It wasn't easy, and most of the time I felt like "Hey, therapy is supposed to make you feel better and I feel worse!! I hurt worse and I hate having these memories," but I didn't realize at the time that you go through a period of intense darkness in order to get through it and get back into a life of light. Does this make any sense to you? If not, just say so, and I'll try to be more specific and literal. <P>Anyway, considering that I have made the difficult and painful journey of acknowledging and dealing with and working through my past traumas, I would say that the twin inside the house (that resembles my old house) represents the Me that has gone through the growth of dealing with a very scary past. I notice that the twin is already in the house and waiting for me. I think the Me that is outside the house (that resembles my current house) represents me as I am now--just starting to deal with my marriage and standing up for myself and finding some self-respect. I notice that while my twin is inside waiting for me, I am still outside and just now walking in. I think this supports your idea that some of my issues regarding "here and now" are partially addressed. <P>I think I will interpret this dream as meaning that I am on the path to integrating my past self and my current self into one cohesive identity. The cigar is either a sexual reference (i.e., Bill Clinton-esque) or a luxurious way to celebrate "with the big boys" Haha! <P>CJ<BR><P>------------------<BR>Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.

I like your interpretation of your dreamj, CJ.<P> <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by FaithfulWife:<BR><B>So… I went through this therapy and there was just so much to go through and face that it took years, but I am VERY proud of myself for having the courage to face it, to get through it, and to learn how to recognize my own Post Traumatic Stress responses and stuff. It wasn't easy, and most of the time I felt like "Hey, therapy is supposed to make you feel better and I feel worse!! I hurt worse and I hate having these memories," but I didn't realize at the time that you go through a period of intense darkness in order to get through it and get back into a life of light. Does this make any sense to you? If not, just say so, and I'll try to be more specific and literal.</B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>Oh, yes, it certainly <I>does</I> make sense to me! There's no way I can claim to have had the gehenna of a childhood that you did, CJ, but I have had my own walk through the valley of the shadow of death. I didn't have to turn and confront terrible memories, but I had to face the evaporation of some cherished illusions. The process is always the same: it always takes a journey into darkness in order to find the light.

Hello... I've been lurking on this thread because I find dream interpretations fasinating! Anyway, you guys seem to be doing such a good job understanding this... many of my dreams are about sex. I find that strange... but oh well.<P>Thanks for your insights into your world... i'll have to pay more attention to the transference things in my dreams... I can't recall a dream now but if this isn't a two-some party, maybe I'll post one if I can recall.<P>Cheers!<BR>Nicole<P>------------------<BR><I>The new country is where you are called to go, and the only way to go there is naked and vulnerable</I> ~ Henri Nouwen

Nicole, <P>You kidder--I love you! You have the best sense of humor. Anyway, I would love to interpret your sex dreams, but let me give you my educated guess as to what I think your sex dreams mean . . .<P>YOU MISS SEX!!<P>Ha ha <P>It doesn't take very much of a psychology degree to figure that one out!<P>Okay--actually, it's only Freud who thinks everything has to do with sex. In real dreams (heehee) sex can also be a symbol for intimacy, sharing, closeness, interest, attraction--on and on. However, I have to request that you use great discretion in relating your sex dreams, because just hearing about it could drive several people on this forum over the edge (ribbing you). <P>I hope I'll have a dream tonight!<P>CJ<P>------------------<BR>Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by GnomeDePlume:<BR><B> Oh, yes, it certainly <I>does</I> make sense to me! . . . I didn't have to turn and confront terrible memories, but I had to face the evaporation of some cherished illusions. The process is always the same: it always takes a journey into darkness in order to find the light.</B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>I just have a very quick comment about this statement. I have fearlessly and courageously faced memories that would make grown men pee their pants, but facing the evaporation of the illusions was a thousand times worse. To be very honest with you, in many ways I still wish for the illusions and I know I do. I have a lot harder time accepting, and it hurts a lot worse to know, that I was not "the One" and that I was not special to my H. Don't get me wrong, I am very angry with my parents for what they did to me, and I am hurt that they did not love me enough to keep me safe, but they were my parents. They did not make a vow to love me until the day I die--or forsake all others--and oddly enough it is easier to remember being beaten than it is to let go of that dream of being loved. <P> <P><BR>CJ<P><P>------------------<BR>Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.

After two really weird dreams last night, I just HAD to revive this post. I'm looking for some analysis here, particularly on the first dream, the second has some obvious links to my situation.<P>Dream #1: My h is lying in the middle of the road with no clothes on. He is laughing and trying to pull me down on the road, too. He is REALLY happy! I'm laughing too, but I am saying "Go get up! Someone will see you!" He just keeps rolling around, joking and making fun. So I pretend I see some police "Look, there's the police!!!" He stops his rolling around, looks up the road for a second with a very woried expression, sees I'm joking and then keeps fooling around. Dare I say this...I notice his penis is teeny, not like a kid's just really small! By small, not even an inch. I woke up. But got back to sleep again.<P>#2: In this dream my best girlfriend is going to renew her marriage vows, and I'm at her place really upset, because I'm supposed to be one of her bridesmaids and I just can't do it. I tell her I have to go find H. She is okay with this, and just gets another friend to do it. <P>So I go off in search of h and I'm looking at what seems to be a school fair, everyone around me having fun. Stalls, balloons etc. I aske people if they have seen him, no-one has.<P>Finally I see a small building with two stories; the building is white but has big glass windows. I am about to go in when I think I see h in the crowd, but then I lose sight of him. So I go in.<P>My h is in there talking to a school girl, about 10 yrs old, and I stand waiting. I can't see his face, because it's turned towards her. When he looks at me I notice one eyebrow is shaved and I think "Oh so that's where he was last night, out with the boys and they shaved it as a prank. But then I look closer and I get a huge shock, because most of his face is flattened, straight and smooth, no features except for one eye. I say "What happened to you?" all shook up and I go to him and put my arm around him. I put my face real close and I can hear him mumble "I don't know!" mumbling because he has no mouth...This was so scary I woke up in a cold sweat and I didn't get back to sleep.<P>So it was an active night in my house.<P>Any takers?

Dear nina,<P>Go to the D&D boards. I posted there for you. <P>------------------<BR>Belle, Domestic Goddess