To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
Thanks to William Shakespeare for that little piece. One cannot write about anything to do with the paranormal or mediumship etc. without touching on dreams. On average we spend a third of our lives sleeping and we dream on average every 90 minutes throughout the night. The first dream is 5 minutes long and the last one up to 45 minutes long. Through a normal lifespan we would dream 100,000 times. Now that’s a lot of dreams.
“The dream is a little door in the innermost and most secret recesses of the soul, opening into that cosmic night which was psyche long before there was any ego-consciousness, and which will remain psyche no matter how far our-consciousness extends.” Carl Jung.
During my journey into working as a healer, medium and psychic I read a huge amount of books on the subject, practised what I read and came to my own conclusions on many things. Amongst the books I read and absorbed were anything by Jung. To me he made a lot of sense about archetypes, symbolism, the unconscious, dream interpretation etc. I’m not going to waffle on here about the scholarly aspect of dreams but I will show you examples of prophetic and other dreams. What you need to realise though is because a dream symbol means one thing to me, it doesn’t necessarily mean the same thing to you. I would suggest that for those who haven’t read about Jung that you Google Dreams and Carl Jung. During my ten years of psychoanalysis dreams played an important part in my healing. On every visit my psychiatrist, George would always ask, “So Laurie, what have you been dreaming about since I saw you last?” I kept a diary and would recount the main features and feelings, both during and after the dream. I have to say that the mind is wonderful creation, the subconscious hides all the terrible things and lets them out when needed during your sleep. Events that many would say are better left unknown came floating to the surface in vivid colour. Then were fleshed out during EMDR therapy. Sure I would have liked them to have stayed there but they were slowly killing me inside. Exposed by the light of day they may not be pleasant but I have an understanding of the events.
Prophetic Dreams. I would have been about 5 and in infants school back in England. There was quite a lot of hoo haa going on, the Queen would be visiting our town. Now I wasn’t all that sure about who she was, yes you saw her on stamps and coins and in paintings. (we didn’t have a TV then) The dream: I stood in a long winding corridor against a wall. On each side of me were my classmates all excited and squealing, and me? I was towering above them at 6′ 2″ tall, in my late teens and wearing jeans, boots and a chequered flannel shirt. The Queen floated past me, waving her hand. HM visited the town, came nowhere near the school and left. Let’s go forward to 1970, Sydney Australia. I’m in town with an army mate, we’re both in civvies and the celebrations are on commemorating Captain Cook’s landing in 1770. I’m dressed the same as in the dream and I walk around the corner, stop on the sidewalk and who should drive past waving? Yes, Queen Elizabeth. I know it’s not earth shattering but it shows, at least to me that the mind goes somewhere while we sleep.
A year before the parents even thought of going to Australia I dreamt of myself standing on a high point. I was quite brown, my skin was oiled and I wore a pair of white swimming trunks. The thought came to me that I would be somewhere warm and that I wouldn’t set foot back in England for forty years. Within a year of being in Australia I was really brown, wore a pair of white swimmers my mother made and was diving for coins off the jetty at La Perouse. I returned to England for a visit in 2002, 41 years after I arrived in Australia.
I had left Ipswich after my time in the police and moved to the country for 7 years, a variety of reasons came into play and we decided to move back into town. About 6 months before we found the house we wanted I dreamt about going around the corner from our house up to where there used to be a service station and a block of shops. The service station was gone, the shops were renovated and one was a pizza shop. I stood in line with two people ahead of me and bought a pizza. We bought the house and I noticed that the servo had been removed. We were too busy to even stop. The day we moved there were a few problems and we finally moved in that night. I decided to go around to the shops for some takeaway, lo and behold there was a pizza shop. Two people were ahead of me. Once again nothing alarming but in my dream state I’d gone forward to that time.
Lorelle and I visited her sister in Emerald a few years ago, after we settled in we all went for a walk. This involved going via the opposite end of the street to where she lived. Halfway down I stopped and thought, I’ve been here before. I said to Lorelle’s sister, “There’s a shed at the end on the left and a man fixes car engines there. There’s a grocery shop around the corner and going up the street on the right is a park. In the park is a rotunda amongst a grove of trees.” – She gave me that look and said, “I thought you hadn’t been to Emerald?” – “I haven’t, I dreamt it.” I had indeed, 20 years previously.
I walked tentatively through the familiar building, most of the insides were destroyed leaving bare timbers and mounds of bricks. Other figures, almost ghostly wandered past me looking in despair at what was once familiar. A woman came close, I recognised her as the only teacher I had in England who took an interest in me. She smiled and kept going and I found myself standing in the classroom of my boys school. I received a letter from an aunt about three months later and in it she informed me that my old school had indeed been demolished earlier that year.
The train carriage rattled and swayed. I stood at the rear looking forward, towards the far door noticing dozens of people sitting together in the rows of seats. The carriage stopped and the door burst open. Large, green crocodiles barged in walking upright. They wore bandoliers of ammunition and carried AK47 machine guns. Mouths agape, growling they began firing into the passengers. Thankfully I woke up and actually wandered the house for a while to settle myself. A couple of days later on 17 November 1997, the Luxor Massacre occurred in Egypt involving the killing of 62 people, mostly tourists, by an Islamic terrorist group. Why the symbol of a crocodile? Well it placed the event in Africa, the crocodile god Sebok was revered by ancient Egyptians as a god of strength, power and war. Crocodiles are also by their very nature symbolic of violent death. Why the train carriage? To me the steam train is symbolic of death and destruction, some of the world’s worst transport disasters have been train crashes, with deaths of up to a thousand people. I obviously read something about them as a child and the effect would have been imprinted on my psyche. So when a death is imminent then I see the person or animal in a train carriage. I’ve wandered through other carriages in my dreams, always before a large loss of life, or of someone close. I find it extremely interesting because my mind is connecting with something that is yet to happen, the deaths of so many people. I know some of you will ask, “What’s the good of it if you can’t stop it happening?” A valid point but one that is easily answered, they’re on the train and nothing I say or do will change it, they’re going to die. When it involves someone closer at least you can prepare yourself. I learnt years ago that people rarely listen to warnings, even when it involves their own wellbeing.
Salt water crocodiles in Darwin.
Symbolic dreams: Over time I have accrued a list of dream symbolism that has served me well or at least informed me of events to come.
Teeth: When I dream about my teeth or for that matter someone else’s then I know that illness is a week or two away. Prior to a major health problem in 2011 I dreamt that all of my teeth were dropping out of the gums and going down my throat. I’d had previous dreams of a tooth coming out, then a week later I’d have a cold or cut myself. This one seemed sinister and I couldn’t do a thing about it. Although when I did fall ill I decided to go to the hospital for a change. Last April I had the tooth dream, plus a huge storm, with wind blowing everywhere. The following week I contracted pneumonia then a few months later was diagnosed with emphysema. A few weeks ago I woke in the middle of the night, I’d been dreaming about a friend of ours, Leesa. She stood in front of me, opened her mouth and her teeth fell out. Right I thought, this isn’t good. Now this friend has an ongoing health problem but I saw this event as being much worse. I woke up and told Lorelle and later that day she rang her with the warning. A week later Leesa’s health deteriorated and she ended up in great discomfort and has been laid low since.
Water: This is always about emotions to me and depending on the state of the water then it shows the severity of the event. I always find myself floating or swimming in the sea, or a large lake. When the water is rough and the currents strong then I know that emotional upheavals are on the way, something new to come. If the waves come in a regular swell then its going to be a constant problem for a while. The sneaky one is where the water is dead calm and things come up from the sea bed. These things can be animals, objects or people.
Storms: Obviously storms are about turmoil and destruction. On the 5th January 2011 I dreamt that I was floating above Ipswich, looking back towards Toowoomba. The area in between was covered in tornados, deluges of rain and flooding. Lorelle was due to go into hospital on the 11th of January for an operation on her bowel to remove a cancer. It began raining the Sunday night so I took her into Ipswich. We stayed at a motel near the hospital and on the Monday morning she went in for her op. I stayed until I could speak to her and returned home. Which is where I stayed for three days while some of the worst flooding in years tore the district apart. There were many deaths and the destruction of land and property ran into the tens of millions of dollars. Two things came of that, I knew I had to get her there early and that I needed to return home.
Motor vehicle: Dreams of being in a car or similar is about your life, it’s your ‘drive’ and purpose. Depending on who’s driving shows just who is in control of your life. The condition of the vehicle should also be taken into account.
House: I always see a house as representing the self. The roof or attic is the mind, the bathroom connects to the bladder and bowel, the kitchen to nourishment, the bedroom, sex and sleep, the living room the heart. Take a look at the condition of the rooms when you walk through it in your dream, you may be surprised by what you see.
Spiders: Most people would wake up screaming if they had thousands of spiders pouring over the end of their bed and swarming towards them. Not so gentle reader, spiders are symbols of money coming your way. Three days after this dream I won $6,666.66 on the Lotto.🙂
Nightmares: They’re almost always about a dream you’ve been ignoring. Because dreams are the way our subconscious speaks to us, if we don’t pay heed then the subconscious ups the ante until we have no choice but to look at what’s there. How do you do it? Simple, you face the terror and ask it show you what it really is. Now for when you can’t speak to them. (This dream occurred about 1976)
My armoured vehicle stood silent on the jungle track. The sky lowered, melding with the tree tops, dark clouds scudded past heavy with rain. Dead grass, taller than me grew out of a long ditch. The rain fell, soaking my uniform and I gripped the Browning 9mm pistol harder. Something lurked in the long grass and I moved slowly towards it. A Viet Cong, black clad and heavily armed moved out from the grass. I raised my pistol and pulled the trigger, nothing. I pulled it again and a bullet fell out of the end of the barrel. I pulled the trigger again and the pistol fell apart. Rage, fear and adrenalin propelled me forward and I leapt onto him. One hand at his throat I pummelled him with the other, that didn’t stop him moving. So I put two hands there, good now I had him. I could feel the life leaving him, he brought a hand up and I felt terrible pain in my eyes. I woke up. I was in bed straddling my wife, both hands firmly around her throat. With what she said later was virtually her last breath she raked at my eyes. That is how people can kill in their sleep. At no stage was I aware of my real surroundings, the only thing that existed was my life or death struggle with the enemy. The symbology screams at you from this dream. A gun that doesn’t work, (phallic) pending doom with the rain clouds, (huge emotions) a hidden male enemy that’s well armed, the need to destroy. You can look at this on two levels, one an experience in Vietnam and the other a marital one. My ex never slept close again after that.
Next week: A bit of this and that.