Often, in college, reading Shakespeare were references and plots that dealt with dreams. Meanings of dreams have fascinated most of us. My curiosity led me to study dreams and to try to utilize the sub-conscious messages (or at least the information) that these dreams offered in private practice as well as for myself.
My dreams sometimes contain puns and after awakening and thinking about how they related to parts of my life at that particular moment, I’d have to laugh at how clear the message was. I studied dreams and many other aspects of the sub-conscious to the unconscious states that we find ourselves in as I worked with clients utilizing hypnotherapy. I love that there is so much to explore about the mind and the universe as well.
Last night a dear friend of mine, a brilliant psychologist, a mentor for me, appeared in a dream of mine, again. This is at least the fourth or fifth time he has visited in a dream for me since he died several years ago. In this dream he had asked me to join him and three of his friends to go to a professional conference of some sort. His female friend was Willa Cather. Willa Cather?!!? What the heck?
First of all, (as I groggily began to wake, already wondering what this meant), I had to think of who this author was. Was it The Little House on the Prairie that she wrote? No- that was someone else. Was that even a book? Something about prairies though. I never watched that show on TV. Somehow, I muse, I think that my brain is leaning in the right direction. Maybe I have heard about her on a quiz show or in passing at some time and stored it in some dark crevice of my grey matter.
Why would Frank be associated with her or her name or her writing? For that matter, why would Frank be going to a conference? He disliked attending conferences. They made him anxious.
Frank had an affinity for animals of all kinds. Did Cather write about animals? Did he invite me to the conference because of my affinity for animals? And why had all four of these people been partying the night before? It had something to do with other “students” graduating from some tough rigor of education. Did that apply to me? I’m not graduating. Or am I? Have I moved to a higher level of awareness maybe? Or was it some remnant of recall from something else?
Sometimes when we dream we slip into deeper levels of consciousness and we may not remember what the dreams were about. Then we drift up lighter and pick up the dream having missed the sections from the deeper level. Maybe this dream is disjointed. Maybe it just has to do with the pursuit of writing.
Why does Frank reappear in my dreams periodically?
I love the mysteries of the mind. I think I’ll look up Willa.
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