reply to post by cry93
I posted this elsewhere, however I thought it might be of help. It's an alternative way of interpreting dreams. I've used an example of one of my
dreams to illustrate using the feelings a dream gives rise to, to help you understand about what's going on inside yourself.
An example of using my feelings to interpret my dreams. It all being part of my Feeling-Healing.
Last night I dreamt...
The governmental man in a suit visited the farm of an elderly couple. They only had a small farm and the new law being forced on them meant they had
to wire up their farm with solar panels to contribute to the grid. They would receive enough money to survive, the rest being taken from them by the
authorities. They felt crushed, it was the end of the farm, which although had always been a meagre and pathetic existence, was still theirs.
I was a fly on the wall. I could sense the anger, resentment, frustration and deep pain felt by the farming couple. A lovely man and woman who’d
always done their best, always given freely and asked nothing in return. The ‘suit’ was cold, dispassionate, hard, cruel, delighting in the pain
he was inflicting and the control and power he wielded - a spine-less man. The usual stereotypes.
And I was raging, I was furious, yet powerless to do anything. Had I been in the old couples place I too would have had to acquiesce unable to even
voice a protest, telling myself, oh well as there is nothing we can do about it, we’ll just have to make the most of it.
I wanted to know the truth of my dream, why did I have it, what is it trying to show me. I want to know through my feelings; not with my mind. I’ve
never been interested in dream symbology. I want to really know: how does this dream relate to me and my life, to my life as a child and my
relationship with my parents where all my patterns, good and bad, stem from.
And I accept I am all the different people in my dream, they are all reflecting parts of me - it is within me, it is my dream. I am the poor farmers
as I am also the horrible uncaring man.
And how I use my feelings to help me uncover the truth they are wanting me to see is like this:
I long and yearn to know the truth of myself.
I fully accept that I feel angry in the dream, so I start there, with my bad feeling.
I own it, fully acknowledge it, I am really pissed-off.
I understand this anger is deeply repressed or buried in me, and now that I’m feeling it, I want to bring it all up. The dream is showing me its
hidden within me and I’m disconnected from it, and that’s why I have to dream-feel it. But now I want to bring that unconscious anger up into my
The anger is now pushing up in me wanting to come out, it wants to be expressed. I tell Marion about it, I tell her the dream but focusing on all the
feelings I felt. Then I emote and express my anger to her: I let it have its say.
And whilst I’m expressing how furious I feel, telling her why I feel so bad, and how much I hate the government man, and how powerless I feel, I
long as hard as I can to know the truth my feelings are trying to show me. I also ask God: Please God help me to see the truth of my feelings You want
me to see.
And I talk and talk, expressing all the bad feelings I can. And I long and long for the truth to come up so I can see it.
Then the truth starts to come. Instantly, sort of like in a flash, I understand that this ‘suit’ is dad - he was always in his suit. And then I
understand how he was the absolute authority in our family being the man. Mum was the immediate authority, but behind her was an even greater power -
dad. And then I see I am the couple, I being the child are harmless and helpless. I feel how powerless mum and dad made me feel. They laid down the
law and too bad, I just had to accept it and try and make the most of it. They crushed me, they didn’t give a # about me, they delighted in the
power they had over me. They were spineless powerless people who bluffed their way through life using their children as a power base. They really were
the pathetic ones. The one who needs such control over another is really the poor one. However I being still their child, feel very poor. And F@#%ING
ANGRY! How dare they treat me like that, how dare they be so unloving!
My dream has shown me more of the truth of myself. More of the truth of why I feel bad. My dream has helped me through my feelings to understand a
little more of myself, and to live a little more true to myself.
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