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“Hey, You a dreamer?”

“Yeah.”

“Haven’t seen too many of you around lately. Things have been tough lately for dreamers. They say dreaming’s dead; no one does it anymore. It’s not dead, it’s just that it’s been forgotten. Removed from our language. Nobody teaches it, so nobody knows it exists. Dreamers are banished to obscurity. I’m trying to change all that, and I hope you are too. By dreaming, everyday. Dreaming with our hands and dreaming with our minds. Our planet is facing the greatest problems it’s ever faced, ever. So whatever you do, don’t be bored. This is absolutely the most exciting time we could have possibly hoped to be alive. Things have just started.”

I’ve been listening to these words for weeks now. They’re embedded into an eclectic mix on a podcast from an internet radio station I discovered some years ago, and whose combination of trance and ambient chill-out I more or less listen to exclusively these days*. Anyway. I did some detective work, took the phrase: They say dreaming’s dead; no one does it anymore, fed it into the Google box and out popped references to the Kleptones who worked the reading I’ve been listening to into their 2006 concept album, 24 hours, but there were also references to the original dialogue which was lifted from a film called Waking Life (2001) by Richard Linklater.

I don’t know what I was doing in 2001, but this film passed completely under my radar, and I’m sorry it’s taken me over a decade to catch up with it. You’ll find clips on You Tube, but I wanted the whole experience so I ordered it from Amazon for the princely sum of £4.00 (including postage), and I watched it last night.

I found it mesmerising, but also puzzling that it should surface now because it deals with a lot of stuff that’s running around in my head at the moment, and which I’m trying to get a firmer handle on in order to make way in my own inner life. It resonates because I’m dreamer. I dream with my mind and with my hands. Dreams are great liberators, but they can puzzle or enlighten in equal measure. They can also be disturbing if we’re not ready for what they have to say, and they can make us ill, if we repeatedly ignore their warnings.

The film uses the phenomenon of lucid dreaming as a vehicle for exploring the nature of reality – a lucid dream being  the kind of dream where you wake up in your dream, and become lucid. Lucid dreams are a rare and startling faculty of the human psyche. The dream world, normally vague and passively experienced, is suddenly focussed by the conscious ego into a tangible alternate reality, one in which you can interact with the dream-scape, and change it. You can engage with the characters in your dream, ask their advice, respond to them, make love to them. A lucid dream can be a life-changing experience.

Personally, I don’t dream lucidly, but I do record my ordinary third person dreams, and sift the imagery in a Jungian way for clues as to how I might improve my outlook on life. There’s been enough strangeness in my ordinary dreams – false awakenings, and the occasional bizarre occurence of frustratingly banal precognition – for them to be at least suggestive of the existence of an imaginal plane outside of time, one we might actually inhabit all the time, without our knowing. And that’s without getting into lucid dreaming.

Anyway.

For anyone who’s ever asked questions about the nature of dreams and reality, you’ll find them all in this quirky little movie – the questions, not the answers. But in this field, you don’t need answers. Just asking the right questions can change the way you see the world. I thought the film was a beautifully crafted discussion piece, a gem of art-house animated movie-making –  thought provoking, astonishing, and – well – dream-like.

Without spoiling anything, the main character in the film arrives in a town that’s familiar to him, but which has also taken on certain odd qualities. The characters he meets seem intensely hung up on existential matters – from college professors to ordinary people in the street – they all have something to impart to him regarding the nature of reality. At intervals, he wakes up and realises he’s been dreaming all of this. But these are false awakenings – the kind where you think you’ve woken up and gone through your normal routine to start your day, only to find yourself waking up again, that you’d simply dreamed waking up. Each successive false awaking, plunges our character deeper into the dream. By now he knows he’s dreaming, realises he’s fully lucid and able to participate in the dream world. He wonders if in fact he’s dead, wonders how he can escape and finally wake up,…

Dreams feature a lot in my stories, either as a means of passing on a vital insight to one of the protagonists, or more full on, as a means of slipping out of one reality and entering another. In the past there’s been a tendency in fiction to rely on some form of technology to do this for us, to open the doors to other worlds – fantastic machines to make all things possible. But lately I sense things are changing, that our collective love affair with technology is coming to an end and what we’re heading for is a period of collective navel gazing in order to work out what it is we want from our lives. This might take some time. Indeed, it’s a process that can take a life-time, but I think it’s also healthy. It’s when we deny the objective reality of our dream life that the trouble starts. You don’t need fantastic machines to be at the cutting edge of reality, all you need is a working knowledge of the one thing we were all born with. Our mind.

Dreaming isn’t dead. It’s just that nobody teaches any more, so nobody knows that it exists.

There are still plenty of technologists out there of course, pushing the boundaries of what’s possible, and to some extent, in my day-job, I’m one of them, but they’ve also got a lot of people these days looking over their shoulders, scrutinising what they’re doing – and not everyone’s happy with what they see. Technology is a tool and like all tools it can work wonders. It has the potential for doing a lot of good, but it can also be destructive, and are we wise to trust in it as much as we do when, in our technologically sophisticated world, there are still people dying for want of a clean drink of water? There’s no point being technologically sophisticated when we’re also morally and spiritually bankrupt.

We have to recognise technology for what it is, and that if we don’t also use our brains, it can be worse than useless. The brain – or rather the mind – has to be the starting point. It’s where we came from, and where we all ultimately return – or if the premise of the film “Waking Life” is to be believed, it’s somewhere we never actually leave. But whatever the truth of it, I think that in order to fully realise our potential, we have to look at what the mind can offer us, what doorways it can open up, if only to make us all better people. And we can do that by dreaming.

“Dreaming with our hands and dreaming with our minds. Our planet is facing the greatest problems it’s ever faced, ever. So whatever you do, don’t be bored. This is absolutely the most exciting time we could have possibly hoped to be alive.”

Maybe things have just started.

I hope so.

Goodnight all.

(I think I’ll watch it again)

* Frisky Radio

** The picture accompanying this post is by the German artist Heinrich Vogeler (1872-1942)

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A Literary Soiree?

I was driving home last night, having picked up number two son from a sleepover at a friends house, when I noticed a poster in a pub-window advertising a talk by one of my favourite writers – let’s call him Patrick. It was a coincidence, because only the day before I’d been on Amazon and noticed he was taking pre-orders for his latest title, and suddenly there he was, giving a talk in my home village – a place that’s not exactly renowned for being an epicentre of philosophical debate on the meaning of life. What’s more, the talk was to take place that very evening!

What? A quick glance at the clock on the dashboard told me I just had time to drop number two son off at home, then dash back to the pub. And dash back I did.

The function room was full when I arrived, and I was worried I’d left it too late, that I wouldn’t find a seat. I could see they were a  mixed bunch, mainly young – many of them in fancy dress – some as hobbits, some like wizards, a weird cross between a Tolkein and a JK Rowling appreciation society and not at all what I’d been expecting. Had I got the right room? Had I got the right writer?

I was ready to move on when a woman caught my eye. She was tall, slender, the kind of woman who looks “official” and “in charge”, no matter where she is or what she’s wearing, which in this case was a rather crumpled navy-blue dress with a matching cardigan. Her hair was long, a mixture of dark and steel-grey. She was in her late fifties, early sixties, I guessed and reminded me of a stereotypical upper class colonial wife, or  a stern headmistress. She seemed to read my mind, sensed my embarrassment, and, perhaps reluctant to let me escape, she came over and invited me to sit down.

The current crowd were leaving, she explained – Patrick already having given one talk. His next would be starting in half an hour – he’d just gone for a drink, she said, and assured me the next crowd would be more my sort. What sort that was, I was left to wonder – more sober and tweed jacketed, perhaps?

So,… feeling a little better, now, I took the seat she offered me, right on the front row, and began to flip through the booklets and papers she’d also given me regarding Patrick’s up and coming new book, which I noted was a verbatim copy of the blurb I’d read on Amazon. I liked the woman. She came across as a bit bossy, but there was also something warm and empathic about her that I couldn’t help but respond to. Meanwhile I was looking forward to seeing Patrick in the flesh, and hearing him speak, but I was also nervous in case I felt let down. It’s not every day you get to meet your literary heroes, and Patrick was a big hero.

The crowd of hobbits and Harry Potters had largely dispersed and the hubbub fell to a more contemplative hush. No one else had thus far turned up to join me, so I sat alone, feeling conspicuous now while glancing at my watch with increasing anxiety. I’d told the good lady Graeme I’d be home for half-past ten, but by this rate the talk wasn’t even going to have started by then. It was also a weekday night and I had work in the morning.

The woman came back and apologised for the delay. There’d been a mix up with some other group claiming they’d booked the room for that evening, but they’d realised their mistake now, and Patrick’s talk could go ahead as planned. A few other fans eventually found their way into the function room, so I no longer felt stupid on my own. Then the woman came and sat beside me, making me feel quite important, and we had a brief chat about Patrick and his work. She knew him very well, having been a fan for many years, and it was she who’d managed to persuade him to give a talk in the village. She’d lived there all her life, and I was puzzled I’d not met her before.

When she asked my name I told her it was Michael Graeme – my pen name and not the name of my primary personality. It wasn’t that I was “pretending” to be a writer myself to impress her – I was merely being cautious with my identity, besides hardly anyone knew of Michael Graeme.  Straight away though, she asked me if I was Michael Graeme “the fiction writer and blogger”. Astonished, I said I was, and she said she knew my work, and it surprised me, not only that she knew it but that she didn’t seem surprised to meet me. I thought she was just being polite, but she actually seemed to have read some of my books, and said that a lot of my later stuff seemed to have been influenced by Patrick’s work. I told her it was true, that I respected his work very much. I couldn’t help it – I was flattered, and as the woman smiled at me, I felt a blossoming of kinship between us.

When Patrick appeared, he looked just like his publicity photo – a genial, balding  Irishman with a softly lilting accent. He smiled at the polite applause generated by his much anticipated arrival,  and he cracked a few self deprecating jokes by way of an opener. Then he began to talk.

I should say that Patrick’s writing reads like blank poetic verse. It’s rhythmic and as beguiling as the song of a Celtic bard, or like the words of fairies, so that you cannot help but agree with everything he says. His talk though, was different. With the opening jokes out of the way, he began a long, rambling introduction with one tangential aside after the other. He also seemed nervous – his voice faltering, a faint tremble in it, as if he were unused to public speaking, and had suddenly been got up in front of Wembley Stadium. He posed many questions, but came to the point of none of them, and I wondered if he’d had one pint too many at the bar.

Then, as if he realised he was waffling, he invited us to follow him outside. There were only half a dozen of us, so it was no big deal, and we followed happily. He led us into the courtyard beside the pub, like a tour-guide and his expression seemed to promise the revelation we each sought, if only we could be patient. Then he walked through a door into a walled garden. The sun was setting now and a single shaft of light had caught the garden, making it glow in striking contrast to the sombre brick and stonework that made up the rest of the scene. Patrick’s face was bathed in a golden glow as he walked into the garden, and I could see that he’d been blessed with something as his genial features took on a look of innocent rapture.

As we were about to follow him through the door, an old woman appeared, blocking our way and said we couldn’t come in, because we were “too religious” – or maybe it was that we weren’t religious enough? I forget which, but it was something to do with religion, anyway. This surprised me, but what surprised me even more was the realisation  that I was dreaming the whole thing.

Then it was 7:00 am, the alarm clock about five minutes away from going off. I rose, my mind still fresh with vivid memories of a memorable literary soiree, that had never actually taken place. It was a dream that’s just begging for analysis, but I’ve resisted the temptation, reluctant to spoil its still-delicious after-taste by doggedly de-constructing it.

I’ve ordered Patrick’s book now  - and I’m looking forward to reading it.

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Let me begin by saying the following essay has nothing to do with religion. I mention this because my researches on this evocative trio of words, when conducted through the Google box, throw up two kinds of website – either the new agey type or the biblical scripture type. If either of these are your bag, I apologise, but I tend to approach spiritual matters from the psychological perspective and this entry is no exception.

So,…

I was introduced to spiritual matters through the writings of Carl Jung, who managed to convince me of the objective reality of the spiritual dimension. He did this by plunging me into a dialog with the contents of my dreams and thereby equating the spiritual with the imaginary world.

Normally , if we imagine something, we do not think of it in literal terms – we do not grant it the status of a tangible reality. Whether what we think of comes from dreams, hallucinations or waking reveries, we tell ourselves they are just images we created in our heads and they are not important. To imagine things in our heads is all right for children, but if we’re still doing it when we grow up we are either a poet or there’s something wrong with us. This is the contemporary, rational viewpoint, and it is well embedded in the Western zeitgeist. Scientists, religious agnostics and pious churchmen alike would all look with suspicion upon anyone who took their imaginings seriously, or attempted to argue that they possessed any form of autonomous, objective reality,… that the characters they met in dreams were in any way real.

Yet it was just such an idea that developed in early Greek culture, in the days of Plato, and became the basis of a philosophy that shaped the minds of generations of intellectuals, right through to what might be called the end of the Romantic period in the early nineteenth century. At this point, the so called “Enlightenment” of Scientific Rationalism finally forced it out of any serious intellectual debate and relegated it instead to the underground journals of the mystics, the die-hard romantic poets, and the new age gurus. But for a long time before this, it had formed the binding thread of the secretive practice of western alchemy, and it survives as such intact up to the present day. To the uninitiated alchemy the ludicrous practice of attempting to transmute base metals into Gold, but this is a trite and overly literal interpretation of the philosopher’s art. There was considerably more to it, and if the alchemists had been found out they would have been burned as witches.

Jung was more than a dreamer, more than a plagiarist regurgitating the works of past generations. As a psychiatrist, working in a mental asylum, he encountered people who were mentally lost,… irrational beyond hope of remedy, and all Jung could do was listen to their apparently incoherent ravings. However, he sometimes noticed patterns in these ravings, and eventually realised these ramblings were in fact the retelling of ancient myths, that the voices speaking through these poor lost souls possessed a Daemonic quality – not “demonic” in the Judaeo-Christian-Islamic religious sense, but Daemonic in the Platonic sense, in the sense of the old philosophers, the alchemists.

The mythological symbols and patterns of ancient man were alive, in an independent sense, in a substratum of the unconscious minds of people whose consciousness was apparently broken and therefore unable to filter out the bizarre imagery. This led Jung to formulate a model of the human psyche which included a collective aspect to the unconscious mind, through which we were all linked. What Jung seemed to have uncovered was evidence of what the alchemists knew as the Anima Mundi, the world soul.

The world soul, if real, suggests that the one thing underpinning all of reality, as well as the totality of the psyche of each and every one of us is a deep unconscious stratum of thought. It is teeming with pattern, symbols and myth, and it exists independently of us. We do not think it into being. It came before us. It was already there when we arrived, and became conscious of ourselves in a physical reality.

Biological evolution has given us a physical form with which we obviously identify very strongly. We are fond of our bodies, and sexually attracted to the bodies of our fellow humans. The human form then is impressed upon us as a primary image. When we dream, we encounter psychic energies which we interpret in the symbolic language we understand and therefore grant form to these energies as other human beings, male, female, sometimes distorted, or modified in ways both beautiful and repulsive. Other images we encounter in reality – our landscapes, creatures,…. all of these things are embedded in our minds and used to form meaningful pictures from the seething mass of symbols in the unconscious mind. We see a dragon in our dreams, but it is not a dragon in a literal sense, more something that has suggested to us the form a dragon. We need to be careful then in our interpretation of imaginary things, cautious of reading only the literal interpretation of what we apparently see and should try instead to get at the meaning behind the image, try to interpret the symbol, for therein lies the truth of it.

These ideas have held me in thrall for many years now. Unfortunately, Jung, though popular in his lifetime, is not for the fainthearted, and you are unlikely to find any of his works in the high street today – more likely it will be trite self help books, if you’re lucky enough to find a bookshop at all. But if you have the time and you’re serious about uncovering some of the more curious aspects of the nature of reality, then I suggest you look him up on Amazon. Start with his “Selected Writings” or “Dreams Memories and Reflections”, but avoid “Mysterium”, which reads more like the Magnum Opus of a wizard than any mortal man.

Modern learned writers on this subject are hard to find. The self help industry is massive and many of the writings you will discover are just reworkings of ideas from Jung, the Theosophists, Blavatsky, and a long list of other post Romantic mystics. Their works are suspiciously self serving, being more about making money for the gurus by selling books and seminars than attempting to sincerely further our knowledge of this important subject.

One exception I stumbled upon recently are the works of Patrick Harpur, whose Philosopher’s Secret Fire, Compete Guide to the Soul and Mercurius, arrested my attention in the summer of 2010, and had me thinking back on my interpretation of Jung. Harpur picks up on Jung’s works without slavishly worshipping them, and his books have granted me a fresh perspective on ideas that have haunted me for a decade, allowing me I think to move on a little further towards a better understanding of these things. I ground to a halt with Jung some years ago, because I think I fell into the trap of wanting to take him too literally. But through the work of Harpur, I’ve begun to feel things moving again, and I’m very glad indeed that I stumbled across him. To tread the spiritual path outside of the mainstream, we all need to be alchemists.

So,… soul, spirit, self,…

These are words bandied about in books and poems and seem to be used interchangeably – meaning the same thing, but what that thing is is never made clear. There is a clear difference however, and understanding it helps us to understand both the nature of the human psyche and our place in reality, because there can be no understanding of reality without understanding the psyche.

To begin then, the Self is the totality of the human psyche. It consists of both who we think we are, and who we truly are, but are not necessarily aware of being. In other words it consists of our conscious awareness, and our unconscious. This dichotomy also divides the psyche into the two opposed elements, the yin and the yang of it, or the spirit and the soul.

We feel Soul as a stirring inside of us. Soul’s nature is feminine, regardless of our gender and her domain is the unconscious which itself is rooted in the collective unconscious, or the soul of the world, the Anima Mundi. The soul bears aspects that are both shared and individual. It is our souls that connect us to each other. When we look at another person and feel an attraction, an affinity, it is through the aegis of our soul.

The unconscious aspect of the psyche is vast in comparison with the conscious, and it is from here our imaginary life swells. We sit down one day, take up a pen and begin to doodle a pattern, or a human character forms in our mind’s eye, and we write down a few lines of dialogue for a story. We do not consciously think these things into being. They appear spontaneously. They are at best teased up from the unconscious, then given a coherent shape by the conscious mind as it tries to make sense of them. When I write my stories, I do not base them on real things that have happened to me and can pluck from memory. I do not base my characters on people I know. They come from my unconscious as images ready formed, and I puzzle over them, I try to fit them into a pattern that conveys something rounded and satisfying. Sometimes it works and the story finds its way into the public domain. Sometimes it doesn’t and the unsolved puzzle remains on the hard drive of my computer, perhaps to await the one piece that my unconscious is witholding from me.

Spirit on the other hand is a conscious energy. We say a man or a woman has “spirit”. They are animated, driven, lively, beguling. Spirit is the urge to explore, to create, it is the drive behind the quest, be it physical or spiritual. It is the desire to learn, to understand, to broaden the horizons of our thoughts our beliefs, our understanding of the world. It is the animating drive behind my fingers as I type, but it is the unconscious, and my inner dialogue with Soul that I trust to deliver up the answers to the questions Spirit asks.

And it works, but only if I am patient and respectful of Soul’s wishes. Soul is mysterious, dark, sinking down into the sea of being, the dark seething cloud of the Anima Mundi. She is Yin. Spirit however, is soaring, bright, thrusting. It is Yang. It is also always a work in progress.

As a conscious energy, Spirit has much in common with the Jungian term “Ego”. Ego gets a bad press. “He’s so Egotistical!” It has become a byword for combative self importance, and a pathalogical belief in one’s superiority above others. It’s perhaps understandable then that some self help books teach us that Ego must be broken at all costs if we are to enter into the spiritual bliss of enlightement. But I think this goes too far. We are here in physical reality for a reason. Spirit is the name of our vehicle, Soul our navigator. Without Ego we would sink into a state of catatonic listlessness, our physical bodies wasting, our minds permanently arrested by daydreams. Without Ego, our Spirits can be broken.

A hard ego though is a brittle thing. Like heated steel quenched in water, it becomes very hard, but is also easily broken when tested. Ego is better when it’s tempered by reheating a little and cooling slowly. The tempering flame of the spirit is communion with the soul. Taking her seriously allows us to heal up the deepst cracks of the psyche, to heal neuroses and to develop a more complete self, a self that is flexible, resilient, respectful of both physical and non-physical realty,… and thereby content.

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I’ve been re-reading Dreamgates by Robert Moss and I’m finding it very interesting. All of this is related to my exploration the old Romantic notion of the imaginal realm, or non-literal reality. Non literal reality, as I’ve explained elsewhere, is basically the dreamworld, it’s the place we drift off to when we’re not paying attention, it’s the place we enter when we dream at night, and the place writers can draw upon in writing their prose or their poetry. There’s also a long standing mystical tradition that it’s also the place we drift off to when we die, that it’s the mythical underworld, or the afterlife. It is a place that appears to be entirely inside our heads, and is most often rationalised as something we simply make up. However, another explanation is that it’s actually a dimensionless realm we can view through the faculty of the mind, that it is a real place and that we can make our way in it, if we know how.

What I want to do here is describe a way of entering this subliminal realm, of entering a dream while being fully awake and simply observing the run of it. You can do it too, and make up your own mind regarding the validity of the so called non-literal realm. The technique I used was the very first exercise in Robert Moss’s book, which is only meant as a light hearted thing to get you warmed up for the later deeply shamanic stuff, but which none th eless yeilded a surprising experience.

If you close your eyes and cover them with your palms, shutting out as much light as you can, you start to see patterns: lights, colours, swirls. If you observe these thing in a detached though objective frame of mind, you’ll see how these phantom patterns seem blended with your now hidden reality. Stick with the experience for long enough and the chaotic patterns will begin to condense out or crystallise into shapes. They’ll take on detail and they’ll move. When I was a kid these visual phantoms confused me and I remember lying in bed in the small hours trying to catch them in my hands. What the hell were they? Where did they come from?

Well, obviously they come from inside your head but appear before your eyes, as if seen by another kind of eye in the same place as your physical eyes, but it’s a vision that is somehow subliminal. If you watch them for long enough the details condense out so much they fill your field of vision, and you then become a passive observer of a different kind of reality altogther, like watching a movie you haven’t seen before, a world that moves and flows of its own accord. But you’re wide awake! And you don’t need to be stoned or drunk or hypnotised to experience it. Anyone can do this. It’s just that most of us have forgotten how.

The pioneers of this territory are what we nowadays call Shamans, though in other cultures they may be called Witch doctors or medicine men. These are individuals both feared and revered by their own cultures for their ability to enter the twilight realm and use the knowledge they gain from it to alter reality, to apparently receive visions of the future and to heal. One of the tools of the Shamans’ trade is the drum. The shaman beats his drum, quite rapidly – about 200 beats a minute or 4.5 Hz if you want to be scientific about it. It’s not exactly a relaxing rhythm and listening to it feels more like running, but the theory is that if the brain’s own rhythms can be entrained to this same frequency it will enhance the “shamanic experience”, it will sever the link tying you firmly into literal reality and allow you venture more freely into the non-literal realm.

Brain waves in this region are known are theta waves and are associated with trance states, with hypnosis, and with the borderline hypnagogic (leading into sleep) and hypnopompic (leading away from sleep) phases of the sleep cycle. Theta waves are also associated with lucid dreaming – dreams where you’re asleep but also fully conscious and aware that you’re in a dream. Theta then is beyond relaxation. Theta induces a liminal state associated with high strangeness, half dream, half reality.

I didn’t use a drum for my own experiement, because my neighbours would think I’d gone nuts and I didn’t want an ASBO. What I used instead was an app on my iPod Touch that delivers something called a bin aural beat, in the shamanic region of 4.5 Hz. I suppose I could have listened to a drumming tape or something, but I didn’t have one and I didn’t want to fork out £7.99 for one either from a New Age Emporium.

So, you tune in to the beats and you close your eyes and let the visual patterns emerge of their own accord. You don’t try to influence them in any way, you take a purely passive role, just letting yourself go with whatever comes. The first thing that materialised before my eyes was a desert region with sandstone mountains set against a startling blue sky. There was a dust storm blowing up in the distance, and there was this character walking towards me, walking out of the storm -  a Victorian gentleman,  in a top hat and an overlarge coat. It was quite a detailed vision. He seemed to be on the verge of talking but I’d set a timer on the iPod app, which faded the beats out  at the crucial moment and delivered me back into ordinary reality.

This was an impressive opener. I’ve used a technique for actively guiding my imagination in the hypnogogic state, probably all my life, but this was different. This was letting go of the controls, and the experience was vivid, detailed, colourful. The difference between it and a dream was like the difference between a black and white movie and HD.

Encouraged, I gave it another try.This time I found myself surrounded by a lot of Alice in Wonderland imagery. There was Alice in her blue dress with black and white stripey socks, there were rabbits, and then my Victorian gent came through again, a sort of prototype Mad Hatter? I wrote all of this down because it was fascinating stuff and completely off the wall. I mean, for pity’s sake the Mad Hatter? where did he come from?

And the punchline? Well,… that night I was doing something else, surfing for information online when suddenly, and totally unrelated to my search, there popped up an image of the Mad Hatter. Coincidence? Maybe. Still spooky though!

As with all things on the edge of reason, we should keep an open mind, weigh the evidence, expose ourselves critically to the experience, but take care not to let our brains fall out.

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dreaming

Dreaming our way to wholeness and happiness

Individuation is a process of personal psychological development that involves the assimilation of unconscious energies into the conscious mind. It forms much of the underlying thrust of Jungian psychoanalysis, but an understanding of it will bring important benefits to those who would otherwise consider themselves “sane”.  It’s not a simple matter however as it involves the seemingly impossible task of bringing things we are apparently  unaware of into awareness, and it also requires the willing participation of one’s ego – who is never an easy ally. It is also a lifelong work, rather than a quick fix that can be learned in a weekend seminar. Nor is it a process that can be fully completed in one’s lifetime, since the final stages of it will necessarily involve the experience of one’s own death.

Successfully following the path of  individuation in life, however, does result in a gradual change in the personality, bringing with it a heightened awareness of the world we live in, and a greater sense of connectedness. This in turn brings contentment by releasing us from the devil of perpetual angst, and all manner of attendant demons of neurotic handicap. Our lives on the surface may appear entirely unchanged. We may continue to live with the same people, do the same job we always did, but we find ourselves mysteriously able to transcend the problems that life once appeared to be hurling at us – we recognise that more often than not the cause of our troubled heart lies within our own minds and our approach to life, rather than in the outer world and the circumstances in which we find ourselves.

Those enduring a mid-life crisis will understand more what I mean, indeed this is a subject aimed at the more mature person. The young will  find it incomprehensible and should have no need of it anyway, or worse, they will see it as a means of acquiring something – be it Kudos, wealth or mystique, and will fail to realise that individuation, at least in the early stages, is more a question of letting go of something – that until we do, the important part of us that wishes to become known will be forever shy of introducing itself.

We learn early on which aspects of our personality we are most successful in exploiting in our daily lives. Once learned, we then formulate a set pattern of behaviour, favouring those same personality traits at the expense of others whenever we have to deal with the world. The result is one sidedness and a general stagnation in our outlook, and our aspirations. We can become pedantic, resistant to change, bombastic, bigoted, biassed, arrogant, withdrawn, or depressed,…. any or all of these things. The process of Individuation is one of redressing the balance, of building up the strength of those neglected aspects of our character, and getting things moving again.

Many of us hit a low-point in mid-life. For men, this is quite unlike the female menopause, which is biological and hormonal in nature. The male menopause is a psychological crisis. I write as a man, from the perspective of a man who has gone through – indeed is still going through this process – but the methods are equally applicable to the fairer sex. I’m sure men have no monopoly over feelings of existential angst.

As a mature person we’ve probably established ourselves in the world. We may have a steady job, and a family, a mortgage, a credit card debt, and a little money in the bank for a rainy day, but we are haunted by a feeling that there is something missing, and we don’t know what it is. It’s like an itch we cannot not scratch. We become obsessed by the search for it, determined not to have wasted our whole lives and not experienced this thing – whatever it is, because its promise, though incoherent, is none the less seductive.

This is the call of individuation, which is simply another word for the natural process of psychological development that all thinking feeling human beings go through. It has taken a back seat up to now, but is hankering to move on. However, there is something in the modern way of life that hampers the natural process and results in a log-jam of emotional issues in middle age.

Seeing our way through this crisis is not something we can manage with anything like a set plan, and the method we use is dictated entirely by our own unconscious disposition. It is the unconscious that decides what aspects of ourselves have been neglected, and it seeks to redress that balance in its own way, most obviously by drawing our attention to these things through the dreaming process.

A classic example of this would be dreaming of ourselves in our normal everyday environment, at work perhaps, or with friends, but finding ourselves inexplicably naked among them. The associated feelings of embarrassment and anxiety would suggest that, unconsciously, we are afraid of letting people see us for who we really are. This is normal of course – one cannot always speak one’s mind for fear of getting sacked, or at any rate giving offence – and perhaps the important thing is to be accepting of the fact that you are presenting a false face, if only so that you are able to recognise it and not be fooled by your own act!

Problems occur when one’s ego refuses to allow the assimilation of these “alien” ideas into consciousness. It rejects them. It holds fast to the personas it presents and truly believes they are representations of our authentic selves. It might even lead us to think that challenging these assumptions is a symptom of illness and we should go and see a doctor – or worse: that we are possessed by an external evil agency, or we are the victim of an invisible plot. We might lead an upright and morally superior life, yet be plagued by nightly dreams of drunken and sexual debauchery, and if so, such dreams would understandably cause us much anxiety, but we would do better to try to understand what the dream is trying to tells us about ourselves than to struggle on blindly in the belief that we are exactly who we think we are.

When we are totally unwilling to make conscious steps towards a reconciliation with the unconscious, the unconscious can overwhelm us. This can take the form of nightmares, or the actual breaking through of unconscious tendencies into consciousness. We begin to behave in a way that is “out of character”. We can also be tipped headlong into the pit of depression or we can be plagued daily by all manner of neurotic symptoms – irrational fears, phobias, panic attacks, phantom pains,…

In short, we break down.

The suppression of any emotion, or the denial of any personal trait will turn to poison and do us harm. Individuation is about leeching the poison out of our system, and is something we are all involved in to some degree, though we might be unaware of it. We all dream, even if we do not always remember our dreams. But the issues raised, even by our unremembered dreams remain with us, subliminally, and effect our emotional state throughout the day. It is better though, to accept the dreaming process as an essential part of one’s life, as the journey, the quest, indeed the very meaning of our lives, and to cooperate with it. We may be unable to comprehend the journey, but our ability to understand seems subordinate to our actual willingness to undergo the experience. In short, if we are willing, it is enough. This willingness involves rediscovering the art of dreaming, of making a conscious effort to recall our dreams and to think upon them.

The Meaning of Dreams

It’s unfortunate that most dreams are not so clear cut as the one’s previously mentioned. Indeed as we begin to delve into them we quickly despair that there can be anything sensible worth retrieving from them. Their language is strange and personal – dream dictionaries I’ve found are of little help and it’s up to us as individuals to interpret their meaning as best we can.

Dreams enable us to interact more directly with the unconscious, to listen more, and to respond more effectively to its wishes. It cannot be stressed enough, however, that this is not a process in which one can consciously dictate terms. The journey towards wholeness is entirely in the hands of the unconscious, and one over which we have absolutely no control, other than being accepting of the need to listen.

The difficulty for us as modern, rational people, is that the dream is no longer considered to be of any importance in the so called real world, that indeed there is no point in troubling the conscious mind with the meaningless puzzles that dreams present us with. They are trivia. They are noise generated by the sleeping mind on the borderland of consciousness. However, I think this is rather a biased and unscientific view, since so far as I am aware there is no evidence to support the hypothesis that dreams are meaningless, yet plenty of evidence, all be it anecdotal, to support the idea that dreams can exert a healing influence over the dreamer. Further, it’s plain to me that the human being has been equipped by nature with nothing that is superfluous to our function. There is nothing in our bodies that does not serve a purpose, or in the case of the appendix and the coccyx, has not served a purpose in our evolutionary past.

Likewise dreams have served a purpose – we have merely lost touch with what that purpose is,… namely individuation, the journey of a mind from its first spark of consciousness at birth, to its eventual reunion with the cosmos, at death. The dreaming process grants us a sense of connectedness with both the inner and the outer world, a notion that will be readily understood by many so called primitive, pre-technology cultures for whom there is less of a clear distinction between waking reality and the intangible world of the inner self, or the realm of the spirit.

The Religious Perspective

The goal of individuation, the reunion with the self, has echoes in the eastern philosophical and theological ideas of Buddhism and Taoism. In these traditions, God is thought of in an entirely abstract sense and is internalised. If we wish to get closer to God, these tradition teach us that we must look deep within ourselves. If we can do this, perhaps through the practice of meditation, then God can be experienced if not exactly described, as both a physical and a psychological sensation.

By contrast, Christianity Judaism and Islam externalise God and teach us to look outside of ourselves, look up to heaven, to project our prayers upwards or outwards to an external deity that presides over creation, thus rejecting in some ways the importance of the individual and the voices within, indeed teaching us to mistrust the inner world as a place of darkness and malevolent spirits.

Individuation then can be described as a form of spirituality, but one that might appeal more to the secular person, the person who has perhaps fallen away from any form of mainstream religious practice, but still harbours spiritual yearnings. The idea of individuation can also grant a formerly devout individual a way to reconnect with their own spiritual tradition.

Spiritual yearnings are a natural part of living: Who am I? What am I doing here? What is the meaning of my life? The answers to such questions cannot be found in the outside world. They cannot be found in the night sky, or in the empty places of the earth, nor in extreme forms of physical experience, which can emphasise instead how small we are as individuals when compared with the natural world and the whole of creation. Instead, we need to turn inside of ourselves and in doing so, we find that instead of being dwarfed by creation, we begin to embrace it.

One does not consciously begin the process of individuation – that has already begun with our entry into the world, with our birth and our passage through the formative stages of childhood and puberty.  However, the pressures and systems of  society, misguided upbringing by parents and the sometimes damaging institutions of school, college or work, that we are subject to can easily subvert our natural development.

There has always been a tremendous emphasis on preparing our youth so that they might enter society well qualified to take up positions in the world of work, but conversely, they seem increasingly ill equipped, emotionally, to understand and respect themselves, or to forge adequate relationships with other people, with society, and the world around them. They become troubled adults, incapable of long term marriages, vulnerable to society’s many opiates: sex, alcohol, antidepressants, sleeping pills, and a disturbing array of easily available yet wholly illegal narcotics. This is the malaise of the western world.

And its killing us.

In a metaphorical sense the breakdown of western society is the result of our having  rejected the unconscious spiritual and emotional needs of human beings, and of shackling them to a strictly materialistic, secular and scientific philosophy that reduces us to nothing more than the sum of our parts. In the opinion of science, we are no more than a biological machine, and of no personal significance whatsoever. This is a shocking thing for us to have to accept, and a part of us rejects totally it because we each of us feel ourselves to be special. But  science will not listen to such irrational nonsense, and suggests we are merely in the grip of a harmful delusion that requires therapeutic druggery to exorcise, and to make us feel normal again – normal being de-humanised, but somehow accepting of it.

In a collective sense, a global sense, then, the unconscious has begun to despair of ego’s excesses and is in the process swallowing us up. The rational ego is becoming increasingly overwhelmed by nightmares of hell. Twenty years ago, the thought of an intelligent, articulate young man or young woman entering a crowded place and blowing themselves up in order to take as many innocent lives as possible, for whatever reason, would have been unthinkable,… but it is now an every-day reality. We have been incredibly successful at building  a world on rational values, but human behaviour is becoming increasingly irrational, and unpredictable, often in violent ways that seem bent on self destruction, rather than on building a meaningful and universally constructive dialogue.

Once this starts to happen, a part of me is left wondering if it’s not already too late, and those like me who write about such things are just a voice in the wilderness – tired old hacks writing it all down for posterity, before some idiot finds a way of turning the lights out for good.

It’s beyond the scope of what I want to talk about here to deal with the disturbing breakdown of human values, but at least on a person by person basis, I do hope to describe a way by which the process of individuation can be brought back on course. If you have a lot of money, then you might consider psychotherapy with a Jungian or Humanist slant, but that’s only for a handful of wealthy people, and unless you’re suffering from some serious emotional damage, it’s probably not necessary.

The art of dreaming is a simple and a natural process, and we do not need an expert. Each of us comes equipped with an unconscious mind, and it is our unconscious who will become our most reliable guide. All we need is a willing suspension of disbelief, and to begin reading our dreams. This is the natural way of reconnecting with the irrational side of ourselves, of immediately balancing out the overwhelming and destructive dominance of the rational ego.

Not all of us are vulnerable here. Some have no difficulty in embracing the irrational, spiritual side of life, but those of us brought up in an exclusively scientific or otherwise technical field, are more or less obliged to sneer at the irrational, to mistrust it. But there inevitably comes a point when the irrational will not be ignored. To many, like me, this reckoning comes in middle life, but whenever it comes, it must be dealt with.

Beginning to work with our dreams

We begin by writing down our dreams. Some people take pleasure from doing this for its own sake. Writers are fond of doing it because the scenes and situations presented by the dreaming process can inform and influence our work in delightful ways. Robert Louis Stephenson was a great dreamer and claimed his best tales were more or less dictated to him by his dreams.

Some dreamers are fond of dream dictionaries, and amuse themselves by looking up the various dream symbols (dogs, ducks, bats , swords, cups, clocks etc) to see what they mean. Serious dream work, however, does not concern itself much with dream dictionaries; they are too general for anything more than a bit of fun. Serious dream work involves looking at the dream itself and working out what it is saying to you personally.

Before we can write a dream down though , it is necessary to remember it. This can take a little practice at first, but seems to involve nothing more than reminding oneself before going to bed, that remembering the dream is what we want to do. It might take a few nights before we succeed, but eventually, we will raise the dream up into consciousness sufficient for us to commit it to memory.

Memorising a dream, I’ve found, is then a case of  running through the main events again in that strange semi-wakeful state before full consciousness returns. It is a state in which we know we have dreamed, and are not yet assailed by the chatter of consciousness, and so seem able to pour the dream directly into memory in order that we can then commit the details to paper.

Some people keep notebooks handy at their bedside, or even tape recorders, in order to begin recording right away, in the middle of the night if need be. This fine if you sleep alone, but otherwise a little inconsiderate on your partner. Personally, I find I can hold onto a dream until I’m washed and breakfasted. Then I can hammer it into a computer for safekeeping, a process that takes no more than five minutes.

Having begun to remember our dreams, and record them in our dream journals, what comes next? Well, the first dreams will give us a clue as to where we are up to in the process. We can think of it like this: we have opened a channel of communication with the unconscious, but it is a one way channel. We cannot talk to the unconscious. We cannot ask it to tell us what it wants. We can only listen, and do our best to respond. Strong, ego driven personalities will have difficulty with this because it implies that were are not ultimately in charge of our lives,… well we aren’t, and accepting that is the first step.

A dream can be thought of as a piece of  theatre. It can be strange and surreal, but profoundly meaningful, if you can grasp the underlying message. The dream reflects our conscious state, but in such a way that it compensates for the excesses of the ego. If for example we are drawing an egotistical pleasure from repeatedly humiliating someone else, the unconscious may send us dreams in which this person exacts a terrible revenge on us, or they may be shown to us in an incredibly flattering light,… something to make us think twice before behaving badly towards them in the future.

In the opposite sense, if we become too dependent on another person for our own good, the unconscious may send us dreams in which that person appears to us in a very unflattering light, making us doubt the image we have constructed of them. If we have made a conscious effort to reject certain aspects of our own nature that we fear others would disapprove of, say what we perceive to be perverted sexual feelings for example, these things will appear to us in dreams in a way that demands we accept this part of ourselves back – thinking what society might currently consider to be perverted thoughts, is not the same thing, as acting upon them – and what might be the issue here is one’s relationship with society, rather than any suppressed urge to do unspeakably vile things.

People who exhibit extreme forms of righteousness or demand unrealistic moral standards from others might themselves be plagued by dreams in which they indulge in all manner of debauchery. Such  dreams will understandably cause them a great deal of anxiety, but all the dream is doing is urging them to chill out. This is the hardest thing in studying one’s dreams – accepting that the occasionally dark maelstrom  of human experience is not something external to us. We are a part of it, and though we try to distance ourselves from certain aspects we find disturbing or a civilised society finds unacceptable, they do touch us all. We have a responsibility to accept that we are all capable of going over to the darkside (there but for the grace of God, and all that), and the worst thing we can possibly do is hear of something awful that someone else has done, and somehow think that we could never ever possibly do the same thing, under any circumstances. This would be like sticking yourself up on a pedestal and making yourself a target for all manner of unconscious energies to start teasing you.

But don’t worry, this is something we all do, all of the time. The thing is to be aware of it, and to be more questioning of our motivation when we are provoked into forming  moral opinions of our own supposed superiority.

Meeting the Shadow

When we do not understand what’s going on, when something has gone badly wrong, it is human nature to blame it on someone else and to think of ourselves as the innocent party, or to excuse our own bad behaviour on the necessity of having to deal with the even worse behaviour of others. We reject the notion that we are all capable of doing wrong, that we are all capable of the irritating personality traits we abhor in others. Denying such things, these traits become repressed, or hidden in the unconscious, where they begin causing us problems when we inadvertently project those same values onto others. We might for example take an instant dislike to a stranger. We do not know this person, yet we feel a sickly dislike of them -  we feel unable to deal with them, to talk to them even. It’s important to understand that the problem here lies not with the stranger, but with ourselves. We have begun projecting parts of our “shadow” onto them and this severely limits the development of our own personality. Unless we can address this issue and remain mindful of it for the rest of our lives, we’re really going nowhere.

The Shadow is the dark side of who we like to think we are are. It’s like a real shadow cast by sunlight shining onto our physical form. In the psychological sense, the physical form is who we choose to think we are, or who we choose to let others see us as. This is our Persona, and we may possess several of them, depending on whom we are with at the time. But the Persona always casts a shadow, at certain times more strongly than others, such as at times when it’s important we make a good impression, say at an interview or when delivering a speech. Under such circumstances, we become paranoid about showing any weakness at all and we attempt to present a persona that is flawless, or as close as possible to what we think is expected of us.

The better individuated person, however, accepts the weaknesses within himself as shared human traits, and consequently casts a weaker shadow. The shadow of a better individuated person will also fade over time as more weaknesses are discovered and accepted.

Nailing the projections

Initially, we can spot problems in ourselves without recourse to dreams. Being aware of “the shadow”, we might be able to spot those instances during the day when we project the shadow onto others, and this can teach us a lot about our own shortcomings. But the shadow is not the only unconscious energy, or so called psychic archetype, we will encounter. One of the most important archetypes we must assimilate is that side of us which maintains the balance of our gender.

At conception we possess an ambiguous sexuality, and it’s only later in the womb we become recognisably either male or female. But a male born child will possess psychological attributes that are feminine and vice versa. These lie dormant throughout childhood, but following puberty, teenagers, and indeed adults as well, begin to project these dormant sides of their natures (the Anima in men and the Animus in women) onto members of the opposite sex.

We have all done this: fallen hopelessly, and sometimes tragically in love with someone we basically do not know. What we are really doing is projecting characteristics that are entirely our own onto someone else. What we are seeing, what we are feeling when we look at the host of our projection, is an image of something inside of us. We transform this person into an image of our own making, an image that bears no resemblance to reality. In one memorable incident from my own distant past, I created, from a distance, the most adorable and perfect angel out of a girl I later recognised, as being nothing more than a manipulative tart.

Before we can progress then, we have to withdraw these projections. We have to stop falling in love at a distance. This is not to diminish the value of human love, but true love can only be realised between people when we learn to see and respect each other for who we really are and not for whom we imagine the other person to be.

Anima development in men is a complex business, and I speak from experience. She wears many guises, sometimes mother, sometimes lover, sometimes the wise confidant, sometimes the goddess, sometime the prostitute, sometimes the witch and the crone, and it is wrong to assume that she progresses through each stage in tidy progression. She can be any or all of these things at the same time. Were I more of an expert I might be more adept at dealing with her. But I’m not. Sometimes the best I can do is paint her picture, or put her into one of my stories.

The anima as mother is a particularly strong influence and is dictated by the experience of our own mothers, in the case of men, fathers in the case of women. If that experience was a good one, men will be a reluctance to move on, to grow up. They find it unpleasant to be away from their homes for long periods, they become homesick and ridiculously sentimental about women.  Such men are prone to seeking women onto whom they have projected the anima as “mother”. They build homes and families that are replacements for the emotional havens they knew as children. Their wives become their mothers, they themselves try to become their fathers, and their children they try to mould as models of their own younger selves. This may work out, but if the woman you’ve married is looking to be more than just a surrogate mother, you’re on a hiding to nothing. And believe me, the last thing your children are going to want to be is just like you.

On the other hand, men with a bad experience of their mothers, will have little difficulty in flying the nest and “growing up”. They will become independent quite early in their lives and establish a place for themselves in the world. However, they may neglect their feminine side altogether and lead a predominantly ego driven life that can fail spectacularly later on when the inner woman demands recognition.

Perhaps the most emotionally crippling  projection we are prone to though, is that of the Shadow. The psychological shadow is another complex phenomenon that we encounter in dreams alongside the anima. Taken in isolation, when we find ourselves irrationally recoiling from someone, from a stranger, or a person, possibly of another race or creed, or sexual persuasion, or we feel ourselves deeply irritated by “something” about others we can’t quite define, it’s likely we are projecting qualities in ourselves we’d rather not acknowledge.

Shadow projections are responsible for a whole range of human weaknesses from mild prejudice and bigotry to full blown homophobia and racism. The shadow is a difficult issue to deal with and most of us will spend our whole lives wrestling with aspects of this particular devil, but it’s time well spent. Fortunately, shadow issues are a common dream topic and can therefore  be identified and addressed with a bit of patience and a willing heart.

The Shadow and the Anima or Animus in dreams

The Shadow appears to us in dreams as a character of the same sex as the dreamer and they are most easily recognised in dark, malevolent, or mysterious roles. Such dreams indicate the earlier stages of individuation, where substantial quantities of unconscious material remains to be addressed. The shadow presents aspects of this material to us and gives us the chance to accept it back as part of ourselves. Acceptance seems to involve only the withdrawal of specific projections onto others. We learn gradually then to accept other people, or other groups as they really are, and not for whom we perceive them to be. When dealing with others then we would do well to remember that, thanks to our shadow, our first impressions are not always reliable.

The Anima, the inner woman, appears in the dreams of men as an unknown woman. She will come in many guises and many roles, but essentially she is the same pattern of psychic energy. In women, this same balancing entity, called the Animus appears as a man, or a group of men. In either case, the manifestation of the anima or animus in a dream indicates a serious engagement by the unconscious, and we should pay particular attention to their actions, or any symbols surrounding them. Their actions in dreams can indicate underlying influences dominated by mother complexes but they can also act as our guides, spirit or inner guides if you like, along the road of Individuation. They are potent energies, and not to be trifled with, as anyone will know who has suffered from projecting them onto others.

This is very important, the animus, or the anima are not to be feared. They are on our side. When they appear in dreams, it indicates an important engagement with the unconscious. The term psychic energy can be misinterpreted but I mean it here as simply the impetus driving the stirrings of the unconscious mind – rather than its more woolly paranormal definition. If we therefore project our inner guides, our animus or anima onto members of the opposite sex, this psychic energy is wasted in useless or even damaging adoration. Withdrawing the projections, we take that energy back inside of ourselves. Similarly, projecting shadow issues outwards onto unfortunate members of society is wasteful and debilitating. Taking the energy back, it is possible for the unconscious to channel it in more beneficial way, through our dreams, and to guide us more towards wholeness, rather than psychological disarray.

Dreams in which our anima or appears to struggle against shadow characters tell us that significant shadow issues remain and hamper our progress, hamper our access to the wisdom of our natural ally, our other half, our anima, or animus. Shadow characters might seek to capture or harm our guides, or we might even see our guides pressed into service against us. Such things suggest our deeper natures, spirit guides, anima or animus, are trying to engage with us, but are hampered by something else in our selves that must be dealt with first.

We can also get clues as to how well we have developed our inner guides. In the case of a man for example, dreaming of an unknown woman locked up and in a state of duress – as in the case of many fairy tale princesses -  might indicate that he has not developed an awareness of his inner femininity at all, that he undervalues his feminine side and is therefore trapped. However you view it, dreams present themselves as a practical means of resolving emotional and psychological issues that are either doing us harm or  preventing us from achieving a condition of wholeness.

At the time of writing, I am playing a computer game called ICO. In it a young lad finds himself incarcerated in a mysterious fortress. He encounters a ghostly girl in some distress, who he decides to help, and the two of them try to make their way out – to escape. The girl is vulnerable though, needs leading, coaxing, taking by the hand, and each new stage brings perils in which shadowy creature try to suck the girl back into incarceration. ICO cannot leave without the girl, and must fight the shadowy presences off. I can think of no finer metaphor for the masculine relationship with the anima, the so called divine feminine, nor their journey through the labyrinth of the unconscious mind.

Working through our own inner stories of anima and shadow, we are sometimes granted intimations of our own destiny, our own wholeness.

Intimations of wholeness

Issues of wholeness are shown to us in dreams by characters of an altogether more mystical appearance, usually of the same sex as the dreamer. In men, these characters take on the form of older men, perhaps fatherly figures, or wizards, male gurus, or shamans – the Gandalfs and the Merlins of literature. In women the character manifests itself as a goddess or a wise and kindly queen, or an “earth mother”. The appearance of such characters tells us the process of individuation is well under way and we are encountering emissaries of the “self”

The self, if you like, is the core of our being. In psychological terms it is the successful eradication of all disruptive shadow elements and it is the assimilation of deeply embedded unconscious energies into consciousness. In religious terms it is touching God. Encountering the self is not without its dangers. Like any other unconscious energy, the self can be projected onto others, which means that humans have always had a natural tendency to deify other human beings, and so render themselves vulnerable to the malevolent intentions of certain charismatic charlatans. Secondly, the uncontrolled assimilation of the self into consciousness can  trigger megalomania, seriously damaging the individual by filling them with delusions of their own divinity or grandeur. This can happen when the power of the self falls hostage to a poorly adapted ego.

The Interpretation of Dreams

Having looked at the process of individuation and the sorts of things we might encounter in our dreams, we now turn to the analysis of our dreams themselves. The first and only rule of dream interpretation is that there are no rules. There is no set procedure for understanding dreams, something the rational mind finds infuriating to say the least. There are however some loose guidelines and these must suffice, but it must be stressed that the meaning of dreams only becomes apparent when the dreamer sits down and thinks on the dream. When interpreting dreams for others we must therefore be very careful to react in an impartial way to the dream’s contents, and generally the best we can do for others is help the dreamer to list their own associations with the images presented, and not to contaminate their dream with our responses to it.

The first step in dream analysis is simply to recall the dream and write it down, to present it in some form of narrative. One should pay attention to details here, describing the situations, the actions, the characters, and also the emotions we experience in the dream. Are we made to feel happy, threatened, guilty, or ashamed? Also dialogue is important, and numbers,… say the number on a bus ticket, or the time on a clock – though it has to be said, I’ve never fathomed the meaning of any of the numbers in my dreams.

More usefully, I’ve found that anything that can be represented by a noun i.e. cat, dog, fish, dagger, time, number, etc. is presented to us by the unconscious as a symbol for something else. Dreams are never literal. If we have an unconscious  fear of water, for example, the dream will not give us images of ourselves swimming happily in order to encourage us to overcome such fears. This quirk of dreams is likened to a censor, never exposing us directly to the thing we are hiding from, or the thing we most fear. What the dream does do is present us with symbols that allow us to arrive at a specific meaning by a more roundabout process of  association.

Once we have captured our dream as a narrative then, it is useful to go through each of the symbols and to write down our association with it. Say, for example, I dream of a shark, this is an emotive image, one that might reasonably conjure up a sense of fear or dread in most people, a fear of being bitten or eaten or injured when swimming,… but say I had viewed a TV program the day before that painted sharks in a sympathetic light as creatures responding to their natural environment,… my personal association with the shark image would be slightly different, it might not immediately provoke feelings of dread, but a more ambivalent response, because of my own recent experience.

The right association can be identified as the one that grants us an inner nod of understanding from the unconscious : a sort of inner “Aha!” Then we may reasonably suppose that part of the puzzle is now in place.

I hesitate to bore others with my own dreams but sometimes they are useful as illustrations. The following is an example from my own dream journal:

I have gone to Australia, alone, on holiday and am conscious that my family is on the other side of the world, though this does not appear to greatly trouble me. I am on a beach by a lagoon. The water is clear and I am rendered giddy by a feeling of euphoria at the sheer beauty of everything I see. I take a canoe out onto the lagoon and begin to paddle but my paddle is made of an inflatable material and keeps losing its air so that I am unable to make progress. What’s more, as I lose momentum, the canoe itself begins to sink. Repeated efforts to inflate my paddle all fail. I cannot keep it at the right pressure and the feeling of euphoria is lost in the confusion.
Later I receive a package from home, from my infant son. Inside is a small box containing items I would regard as rubbish, but which interest my son because he is very young – bits of silver paper, plastic bottle-tops – that sort of thing but nothing I initially recognise. His intention is for me to have something to remember home by, and to stop me from feeling homesick. But I am angry with him for having wasted the cost of postage in sending such useless items all around the world. But then I recognise an item in the box as a tyre pressure gauge.

I interpreted the dream in this way:

Australia is a foreign country for me, in a metaphysical sense it represents my own journey into the far away, something I do alone, and in isolation from my family. The lagoon of clear water and my attempting to float upon it I associate with feelings of trying to stay afloat in the peculiar world of the unconscious, trying also to make way, to understand, to progress. Losing the air out of my paddle needs no explanation,… I am stuck, lacking the means to go on, struggling even.

But then I receive a package from my son, whom I regard as being caught up in a world of his own delightful innocence and imagination, where a bit of twisted silver paper can actually be a dragon or a boat or an aeroplane. He sends me a box of things I do not recognise or understand, but significantly in that box is a means of checking the pressure of my paddle, of maintaining it at proper levels, as I do with my car tyres.

Following the dream I realised I was guilty of being impatient with my son. I had recently regarded his imaginative games as being rather childish and had found myself wishing he would grow up a bit. Once I’d written this down it immediately struck me as wrong, that it was obvious the only person who had a problem with his innocent games was me. Also, my impatience with him was hindering my own progress in some way. I had to see the world through my son’s eyes, become a child again myself in some regard and recognise the value in things the way he did. I had to respect his innocence and understand the joy he derived through his fascination for even the most trivial of things.

What this dream did was encourage me to let go of something. It was an issue that had been causing me some irrational stress in real life,  but I had been blind to it. Realising it, I was rewarded by a feeling of relief, a kind of euphoria, at something recognised, understood, and overcome. That sense of relief, of pressure eliminated at a stroke, was proof enough to me of the importance of the dreaming process, and the very real benefits that can sometimes be gained from studying them.

Others might interpret my dream in different ways, but it would be useless to do so, like consuming medicine for a malaise they do not personally suffer from. The best someone else could have done was to help me list the nouns and make the associations. We should always bear this in mind when helping others with their dreams because the mind is easily suggestible and false associations born out of someone else’s prompting, can easily become embedded and disruptive.

False Associations

Much controversy has been caused by professional psychologists poking about in the dreams of their patients, in particular for repressed memories of sexual assaults during childhood. A person may have no memory of any such event having taken place, for the simple reason that it did not take place, but dreams of inappropriate contact with others, can be easily twisted by a crusading clinician, causing the patient to suddenly doubt everything that they hold as the foundation of their being. In trusting others to help us therefore, we must always ensure they are worthy of that trust and not simply pursuing an agenda of their own.

My own agenda in writing all of this down is primarily that I believe it will help me to understand the process better myself – that’s simply the nature of my writing, and my own journey. Your trust need go nowhere beyond an appraisal of my methods. They will cost you nothing, and I can have no insidious influence over your inner world, because you do not know me, and we will never meet. At best, presenting my thoughts on this subject in this way may allow others to arrive at a view from their own perspective, whether that comes about by agreeing with me and finding some resonance, or by rejecting me as a crackpot.

Nor am I writing for those who would rather trust their fate to the guidance of others, rather I am writing for others like myself who believe in the sanctity of the inner partnership we form with ourselves. There is a line in the Anglican funerary rite that talks about us coming into this world alone and leaving it alone. But I no longer recognise this as being true. If the implications of dream work are correct, then we are never alone, at any point in our lives, for we are each of us born with an inner partner. If we are wise, we come to recognise this unseen partner as the reality behind the myth we have chased all our lives, the myth we have attempted to embody in others.

It may be that we will have a chance to meet this partner face to face during our last mortal dream, and that a kind of metaphysical union will take place between us – therefore we do not exactly leave this world alone either. This also seems to be the consensus among the various traditions of spiritual alchemy, either eastern or medieval European. It is a union that brings about a transformation of the mind, and a reunion with the inner world, with the subtle mind of the Buddhist tradition, the universal mind that exists independently of the physical world, also known as the Tao of the Taoists, that which pre-exists, which posits reality and shepherds the flow of its events.

For the majority of us, a knowledge of the Shadow and the Animus, or the Anima, is the best we can hope for. Shadow is not a bad phenomenon, it is not the devil, though as a shadow archetype, the devil is perhaps unrivalled. Yet the shadow is not intrinsically evil and requires us only to accept ourselves for who we truly are. If we can do this our shadow will reward us with inner peace and contentment, for we can never be truly happy if we are not fully accepting of who we really are. We will always be glancing over our shoulder, feeling Shadow breathing down our necks and threatening to expose us.

The same goes for Anima, for the divine feminine in man, or the Animus, the divine masculine in women. Here, like the shadow, the approach is primarily one of withdrawing our projections onto others – in the case of men, withdrawing the sense of falling hopelessly in love with female strangers,… fellow students, colleagues, the girl on the train two seats down every morning who never seems to notice us – and of seeing them instead for who they truly are. This alone will bring about the inner balance and harmony required before we can safely contemplate an encounter with the Self.

Encounters with the Self

In Western culture, we are driven to imagine the Self as being the thing sitting at the centre of our consciousness. We equate is with the ego, and as something we might recognise if only we could clear off all the clutter of our daily lives and find the time to think. But this is not true and in fact the only thing underlying consciousness is the chameleon like Ego itself with its multi-coloured cloak of various personas. The best we can hope to achieve in this respect, is a degree of balance and an awareness of the importance of those other aspects of the psyche that remain hidden.

It is believed that the Self is the gateway to what in traditional religious parlance might be called the Divine. The self is the route back to where we came from, and might be thought of in an abstract way as God. All religions, whether they profess a deity or not, teach us that the Divine is not something to be trifled with. It is a dangerous phenomenon that can overwhelm an individual’s consciousness. Only through consciousness are we defined as an individual. The Self, paradoxically, does not define us as a unique and separate entity, but as a part of the universe. The Self is the universal consciousness, and transcends the individual, being something we tap into, something we share.

The self will appear in dreams as a wise individual, an old man, a wizard, a guru in the case of a male dreamer, or a goddess, or an earth-mother in a female dreamer. It can also manifest itself as so called mandala symbols. These are symbols of wholeness, most often recognised when they appear circular, an arrangement of stones perhaps, or the face of  a clock, or a circular building. Dreams of this kind are highly symbolic, deeply intriguing, but I have to say in my own case, totally incomprehensible.

When approached by the self in such dreams, it is useless to look for projections of the shadow or of the animus or anima in our external reality. We have passed beyond the point at which we are required to physically respond to unconscious stimuli and are instead being given a glimpse of a sort of psychological end-game. Here, my first hand information is rather scarce because I’m still dealing with shadow and animus material,… beyond it I’m merely speculating, and must consult the works of Jung and Freud, for hints of the way ahead,… but this is the stuff of life and one should not be in too much of a hurry.

Life is a journey, not a destination.

You get what you pay for?

It strikes me that nothing in western society is considered to be of any value unless you’ve paid money for it, or it involves a set of exercises with rules and merchandisable apparatus. This applies to both physical and spiritual forms of self improvement. We are brought up from birth to be consumers of things, be they goods, services or ideologies. There are fashions and fads, our attention spans are short, we are used to demanding things, demanding progress, quality, satisfaction. And we expect it all to fit into our timetable. Expect results in two weeks! Or so the adverts tell us, gambolling on the fact that we’ll probably have grown bored long before then and moved on to the next big thing.

Self improvement however, involves first of all the recognition that such values are actually rather foolish, and that overcoming them is a major step in self improvement itself. If we practice yoga, for example, all we really need are to attend some classes to pick up the techniques – then spend our lives trying to perfect them. We do not really need the fancy mat nor the stretchy clothes, the fancy music or the aromatic candles. Similarly in dream work, we can all too easily rush out and buy an expensive notebook and a fancy pen for the recording of our dreams, hoping for fantastic encounters with the dark shadow, or deliciously erotic ones with a gorgeous anima, only to find ourselves recording months or even years worth of the most incomprehensible dross. We lose patience, become angry perhaps, and such emotions are reflected in the dream material, so we just end up going round in circles, looking for buried anxieties, when the anxieties we see evidence of are sitting on our shoulders the whole time.

The essence is in the doing of the thing, not in how it can be wrapped up and presented by the material world. Nor can we dictate the pace. If we find ourselves asking “how long”, or feeling impatient in any way, this is Ego talking, untempered by inner wisdom.

You have to learn to let it go.

Dream work is not a fad, and to call it “work” is also very misleading, for then we might begin view it as some sort of labour or “self-help” exercise. This would not be correct at all. The dream is like an old friend following us down a busy street where our attention is constantly taken by the bright and gaudy goods on display in the shop windows. Our heads are down, we are feeling impatient to make way, to find the one thing that will satisfy the ache inside of us, but we’ve found nothing. And there’s this old friend following, sometimes even tapping us on the shoulder, wanting to talk to us,.. but we haven’t the time.

The only thing we have to do is take a deep breath, stop, turn around, smile at our friend, so that he is assured we do recognise him, and that we want to listen, to become reacquainted. And that’s all there is to it.

We have begun!

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Bibliography

My own understanding of dream interpretation comes primarily from the works of Carl Jung, and a book titled simply “Dreams” which comprises extracts from his collected works. In it Jung pays tribute to Freud’s earlier pioneering work “The Interpretation of Dreams”. Of the two, personally, I would say Jung’s writings will probably be clearer to the lay person. Freud’s work is authoritative, but considerably more voluminous , and possibly of more interest to the professional analyst. Another useful book I came across was “Learn to Dream” by David Fontana. But these are just my personal favourites.
Browse Amazon, browse the bookshops, and pick the titles that mean something to you. There are also many dreamer’s websites and blogs and it’s useful to browse these in order to learn from the interpretations that others come up with for their own dream material.
Sweet dreams!

Michael Graeme

www.mgraeme.ic24.net

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