Ever since I was a kid my dreams have been crazy as hell. Last night, I had a dream where I was dropping my kid off at school, but there were people on both sides of the road standing waiting for a wedding. I see the couple and nope right out. Turning around a curb, suddenly I was in a fucking baseball stadium and rows of seats cut me off. I had to get home so I got out of my car? I’m walking down the stairs when I hear “oh, there it is!” I look up where the person was pointing to the sky. I see some rocket like thing, and assumed it was fireworks. It stopped, I hear three dreaded bomb falling noise, and then it slams into a seat a few rows down from the wedding. I hit the deck because I don’t want to die. But instead of exploding it sprays enough glitter throughout the stadium I ended up with a mouth full. Then I get out of there, call my mom, explained what happened, head to their house which is now a bunker in new York City and they refuse to believe what I went through. Then I woke up.
possibly. my favorite lens to analyze dreams is the Jungian frame: he postulated that every figure in your dream is not an other person but a part of yourself.
I had a friend who told me she had a dream that she had a baby, and she couldn’t work out how to breast feed it and she was crying and was humiliated that she couldn’t feed the baby.
She said she thought it meant she was going to be a bad mother.
So she and I had an “almost couple” before I moved very far away and she was pretty bummed about it. she began going out to party a lot, like to these kinda gross clubs, and she’d get attention from rando guys. She’d go by herself and make out with several dudes in one outing, and there’d be more than that here and there, like getting fingered on the dance floor for example, then these guys’d disappear etc.
So I put it to her that a Jungian analysis of the baby dream is that the baby is a part of her best represented by an infant, innocent and in great need of attention and care. In the dream she was trying to care for/nourish this part of herself but was failing to actually feed the baby despite the desperate, tearful effort. She was trying to give that part of herself what it needed but was going about it wrong.
She said “yeah, I don’t know”, I think it means I think it means I’ll be a bad mother", so I said okie doke. She kept going out like that and hit a DUI checkpoint on Halloween before she quit that whole scene.
If you’re up for it, next time you have an interesting dream, try thinking in the frame that each figure is a part of yourself that would be best represented by that person. For example, if I dream about a friend who does a ton of drugs and I’m hanging out with that person a lot in the dream, I’d likely take that to mean I’m processing my recent relationship to substance use.
