Episode 44: The Dream
Piano music - "Haven," composed & performed by Jessica Roemischer
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Messages come in many different forms. Unexpectedly, a vital message came in the form of a dream that a friend had...about me. And as he described it, layers of my own life were revealed way back to when I was a girl.
And essential truths about what I'd experienced then, and how it shaped me, came to light. What a gift.
And essential truths about what I'd experienced then, and how it shaped me, came to light. What a gift.
Here is the dream, as recounted to me :
"Dear Jess,
I had an interesting dream. You were sobbing about something. I felt that there was real shame coming from you, coming out of you. So I drew you to me telling you that you were such a good girl. You started convulsing with cries, then went a bit limp. You looked up at me and suddenly you were changing from the present age to all these different periods in your life.
I don’t think of you as having much conscious shame, yet different qualities of shame were pouring off you from different ages. I could feel it.
Then you at about fifteen asked me if it was OK that you were really angry.
And the intensity of presence, and barely-leashed anger, was profoundly intense.
And I felt a kind of protective love, like a father's or doctor's urgency that their daughter or patient expel something that was choking them.
I have no idea about all this, but that's what came to me..."
"Dear Jess,
I had an interesting dream. You were sobbing about something. I felt that there was real shame coming from you, coming out of you. So I drew you to me telling you that you were such a good girl. You started convulsing with cries, then went a bit limp. You looked up at me and suddenly you were changing from the present age to all these different periods in your life.
I don’t think of you as having much conscious shame, yet different qualities of shame were pouring off you from different ages. I could feel it.
Then you at about fifteen asked me if it was OK that you were really angry.
And the intensity of presence, and barely-leashed anger, was profoundly intense.
And I felt a kind of protective love, like a father's or doctor's urgency that their daughter or patient expel something that was choking them.
I have no idea about all this, but that's what came to me..."