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Episode 137 The Dream Show: Things that go bump in the night

Things that go bump in the night

Have you ever woken from a dream only to find yourself in another dream? At first you think you are awake, but it slowly dawns on you that you’re still dreaming. And then it happens again, and again, until you might be excused, on finally waking up, to question your reality. Are you awake or still dreaming? How do you know you’re awake (after all, you were fooled in your dream)?

Or have you ever got into bed and felt the covers lift behind you, as if an invisible someone else has slipped in alongside you? Or have you woken in the middle of the night to see ghostly goings-on unfolding before your eyes or ringing in your ears? Are you as awake as you think you are, or are you half dreaming?

The Dream Show with Jane Teresa AndersonIn this episode we explore these, and also look at the movie A Nightmare on Elm Street, where the characters experience some of these phenomena, and more. And, while we’re there, we interpret the nightmare in the movie as if it were a real dream.

Are other things that go bump in the night connected with the cheese you ate, the alcohol you binged, or the movie you saw just before sleep? We go there too, this episode, before ending with the intriguing – and uplifting – encouragement to change the world through your dreams, and how to do this.

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(Our next show, episode 138, will be released in four weeks, on 3 May 2013.)

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A Nightmare on Elm Street

A Nightmare on Elm Street

“What does the nightmare in A Nightmare on Elm Street mean?” asked Steve and Abbey, presenters of the PowerPack breakfast show where I interpret callers’ dreams.

I’m a movie lover, but horror is not my genre, and it took a few arm twists before I agreed to download it so I could answer the question.

“Don’t watch it alone,” Abbey warned, “I wouldn’t.”

So I watched it with my husband, Michael, and son, Euan, and right from the start we giggled with relief. Thirty-one years on, the movie was interestingly benign from a horror point of view. Maybe it was the acting style, maybe it’s the sophistication of today’s persuasive movie techniques, or maybe I’ve just listened to so many nightmares during my twenty-plus years as a dream analyst that it didn’t engage my horror buttons.

Our first exciting moment came when Euan said, Is that Johnny Depp?

Our first exciting moment came when Euan said, Is that Johnny Depp?

Our first exciting moment came when Euan said, “Is that Johnny Depp?” and we realised we were watching Johnny Depp in his first major movie role, aged 21 but looking about 14.  As Nancy’s boyfriend in the movie, he came to a very sticky end. Or did he?

How much of the movie is about a dream?

When Nancy wakes from a nightmare, is she really awake or has she slipped into a dream within a dream? Is she awake at the beginning of the movie? Is she awake when she goes back to school the morning after the first death? Is she awake when she visits the sleep laboratory?  If you’ve seen the movie, how did you feel in the penultimate scene where she steps into the dazzling bright morning light, and walks towards the car? Was she awake then?

Craven named the villain after Fred Krueger, the boy who bullied him during his adolescent years.

Craven named the villain after Fred Krueger, the boy who bullied him during his adolescent years.

Written and directed by Wes Craven, A Nightmare on Elm Street is a slasher movie, slasher being a horror sub-genre. I’m glad I didn’t know that going in. Craven named the villain, Freddy Krueger, after Fred Krueger, the boy who bullied him during his adolescent years, so it’s interesting that Nancy and her friends are all adolescents who live in fear of Krueger and what he’ll do to them.

The movie is celebrated as one of the first to intelligently explore the boundaries between illusion and reality – and between dreaming and waking life – by manipulating and confusing the audience. Craven’s original ending (spoiler alert) was for Nancy to kill Krueger by ceasing to give him her energy and time, and then to wake up and realise it had all been one long nightmare, but the studio, New Line Cinema, asked for a twist ending. Both endings were filmed, and the movie was released with the twist ending where the whole plot is a dream within a dream within a dream, with no awakening. Craven pulled out of the proposed A Nightmare on Elm Street sequel over the twist ending.

In the movie, Nancy and her friends all dream the same dream. Two of the friends die during their sleep, slashed to pieces by their nightmare ghoul, Freddy Krueger. Nancy and her boyfriend realise the same fate awaits them, so they try to stay awake for days, and days. This idea was inspired by several newspaper articles Craven had seen about Khmer refugees fleeing the Cambodian Khmer Rouge genocides who were so frightened by their nightmares that they tried to stay awake. Several died in their sleep when exhaustion prevailed.

Craven was also inspired by Dream Weaver, by Gary Wright, which explored the way we each dream up our experiences.

Craven was also inspired by Dream Weaver, by Gary Wright, which explored the way we each dream up our experiences.

Craven was also inspired by the 1970s song, Dream Weaver, by Gary Wright, which essentially explored our differing perceptions of the world, our illusions about reality, the way we each dream up our worlds and our experiences.

So on one level the film explores illusion and reality, while on another it runs past some sleep theories. Nancy is taken to a sleep laboratory where we learn a little about REM sleep and dreaming – only to realise, of course, that this episode is a dream. We learn about how staying awake for days is fatally detrimental. Severe sleep deprivation kills. And we learn about false awakenings, the dream in which you dream that you wake up but you continue in the dream.

Let’s get back to the original question:

“What does the nightmare in A Nightmare on Elm Street mean?”

In the movie, Freddy Krueger was a real life child murderer who escaped jail due to a paperwork error. The parents killed him to keep the neighbourhood safe, but his ghost returned to take revenge on their children by killing them in their sleep.

It’s helpful to look at everyone and everything in a dream as reflecting something about the dreamer’s conscious and unconscious feelings and beliefs. Freddy Krueger represents danger and risk, and the more we try to sanitise life and play safe, the more these energies are called into being. In Craven’s original ending, Nancy wakes from her dream once she confronts Krueger then withdraws her attention and energy from him. In life, when we face our fears, understand them, deal with them, then withdraw our focus and energy from them, they disappear. In this context, the nightmare is about facing – or not facing – fears about danger, risk, and safety.

In Craven’s original script, Krueger was a child molester, not a child murderer, which is telling.

In Craven’s original script, Krueger was a child molester, not a child murderer, which is telling.

The other strong thread in the movie is adolescent promiscuity (remember, this is the early 80s), and loss of innocence. In the nightmare, teenage promiscuity leads to slashing, mutilation, destruction, death. No matter how much parents try to protect their adolescent children, the teenagers naturally explore their sexuality, and the results – loss of innocence, guilt, emotional trauma, an end to childhood – are reflected in such nightmares. In Craven’s original script, Krueger was a child molester, not a child murderer, which is telling. As a dream analyst, I notice how common it is for young teenagers to experience violent dreams as they encounter the conflicts of leaving childhood behind and growing into independence.

Finally, for Craven, perhaps the movie is an unconscious working of the bullying he experienced as an adolescent. Bullying continues to cause pain well beyond school years – it can haunt an individual for a lifetime unless it’s confronted and addressed. Maybe Craven did just that, via Nancy.

Have you seen the movie? What did you make of it?

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How to change the world through your dreams

How to change the world through your dreams

When you’re dreaming, you think the dream is for real, don’t you? When you wake up, you’re surprised to find that your dream didn’t happen. When you’re awake, you know that you also experience a dream reality, but when you’re asleep, you don’t know that you also experience a waking reality. The dream is it, your total reality, while you’re in it.

Might you one day wake up from waking life and discover it too was a kind of dream?

Might you one day wake up from waking life and discover it too was a kind of dream?

Does this thought ever make you question your waking reality? It should. How real is waking life if dreaming life, while you’re in it, also seems real?

Might you one day wake up from waking life and discover it too was a kind of dream?

Your experience of waking life is a result of how you see it: both how you choose to see life, and how your personal unconscious mind sees it. We all look at life from our own personal perspectives. We all experience the same world from different angles. We all process and interpret the world we live in according to our beliefs, attitudes, and previous experiences.

So how real is the waking world you experience? Is it a kind of dream? You decide. It’s definitely a kind of illusion, isn’t it? It’s your illusion, and you can change it at any point by changing the way you see it.

Dream interpretation helps you to understand and see through your illusions.

Dream interpretation helps you to understand and see through your illusions.

Dream interpretation helps you to understand and see through your own illusions. In this way, dream interpretation helps you to change your waking world. The tip here is that the best way to change the world is to start with your dreams. As you get to understand yourself deeply, you start to see how the world can become a better place, and how you can play your part in its transformation. Begin with learning how to interpret your dreams.

[Extract from 101 Dream Interpretation Tips, Jane Teresa Anderson]

(The images I’ve chosen for this blog are from the movie Waking Life (2001), directed by Richard Linklater, a must-see if you haven’t already.)

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Episode 117 The Dream Show: Dream or reality?

Jane Teresa Anderson, September 2011Anna, my guest, had one of those once-in-a-lifetime dreams, the kind you never forget. She questioned – was it a dream or an experience?

She awoke with the physical sensation of a loving energy pulsing between her ovaries, and a sense that something extraordinary had taken place while she slept.

Her dream included an exciting powerful entity taking over someone’s body, the search for an item of interest in a cave, and a transporting experience involving chanting and yellow and orange lights.

Listen in as we relate Anna’s dream to her waking life and create dream alchemy to anchor her intention.

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Our next show, episode 118, will be released in four weeks, on 21 October 2011.

PS. The pic at the top of today’s post is a new one, taken last week. I thought I’d share it!

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Who would have thought?

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Who would have thought?

Magic happens, and nothing is impossible. One Easter, when I was about five years old, a bird landed on our backyard washing line. Dad, who was shaving at the kitchen sink, put down his razor and peered through the window, “Is that a budgie perched on our washing line?”

We tiptoed into the garden to investigate, hoping the bird wouldn’t fly away. In England, where I was born, budgies don’t live in the wild. They live in cages, one or two per tiny cage parked in the living room, nodding and pecking at their reflections in tiny play mirrors, broken records of their masters’ voices, cocking their heads from side to side, watching you. I knew this because my granny had a budgie.

“Is that a budgie perched on our washing line?”

“Is that a budgie perched on our washing line?”

“He must have escaped,” Dad pronounced. “Look, he’s got a big bump on his head. Maybe he flew into a wall, got knocked out, forgot his way home.”

“Hello Joey,” said the budgie, opening and then resettling his wings.

Dad offered a finger as a perch, and Joey climbed on. We made him a temporary cage, a cardboard box with a cellophane front for a window. We made pinholes in the cellophane so he could breathe.

“We can’t keep him,” said Dad, writing some big, capital letter words on a plain postcard – FOUND. BUDGIE. SAYS HIS NAME IS JOEY. The local newsagent put the card in his window. But no-one claimed Joey.

I had seen Australia hanging upside down on the bottom of the globe. I was curious.

I had seen Australia hanging upside down on the bottom of the globe. I was curious.

I waited in the spelling queue at my teacher’s desk, piece of paper in hand, to ask how to spell budgie so I could write my news for the day. The teacher told me budgie was short for budgerigar, and budgerigars lived in the wild in Australia. Now that really excited me, because as an even tinier child I had dug a hole in our back garden with an old dessert spoon, hoping to dig through the middle of the earth and come out the other side in Australia. I had a globe in my bedroom, and I had seen Australia hanging upside down on the bottom of the earth. I was curious.

Eventually Dad bought Joey a cage, with a perch, a mirror, a piece of cuttlefish to sharpen his beak, and all the other accoutrements. The bump on his head fell off one day, and we laughed ourselves to tears. It was a seed shuck that had somehow got trapped under his crown feathers.

Joey lived in his cage in the corner for many years, performing his lines every day, over and over again, instructed and rehearsed by Dad. His verbal repertoire was recorded on a long piece of paper tucked into the space between his sand tray and the bottom of the cage. After a few years, we had to turn the paper over and write more on the other side.

A budgie was about as exotic as birds got in our neighbourhood. I had seen pictures of kingfishers with bright blue chests, and I had heard that budgies were small fish, so to speak, compared to parrots.

So, you knew where this story was going by the seventh paragraph, didn’t you? Australia dropped off my agenda shortly after I got tired of digging with my spoon – or was it because I was reprimanded for making a big hole in the middle of the lawn? I had no wish to live in Australia, and when we did come here for a three year stint, I looked forward to returning home. Here I am, nearly 27 years later, and here is home, Brisbane, Australia. A magical place and I wouldn’t be anywhere else.

Whenever I bask in the sight of parrots flitting amongst the trees, or waking me from dreams with their dawn chorus ...

Whenever I bask in the sight of parrots flitting amongst the trees, or waking me from dreams with their dawn chorus …

Even here, in the heart of the city, parrots, lorikeets, rosellas and other colourful parrot-like birds are a common sight and background music to daily living, especially and magnificently when rain blesses our tropical trees with fruits and seeds. I think I’ve only seen a budgerigar once in the wilds here, but whenever I bask in the sight of parrots flitting amongst the trees, or waking me from dreams with their dawn chorus, I remember Joey and digging my hole to Australia with that old dessert spoon.

When you dream big - even with an old dessert spoon - magic can happen.

When you dream big – even with an old dessert spoon – magic can happen.

Who would have thought? Nothing is impossible. When you dream big and take your first steps (even with an old dessert spoon), magic can happen, even if you don’t recognize the gift when it’s finally delivered. And here’s a greater thought to keep your heart in the right place throughout: Your every day reality may be someone else’s dream.

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Hot coffee, warm heart?

Can you distinguish a dream from reality? Test yourself on this one:

John is reading resumes, deciding which candidate to employ for a position. He takes one resume, a sheath of pages attached to a heavy clipboard. “Serious,” he concludes. He takes a second resume, the same number of pages but this time attached to a light clipboard. He dismisses the second candidate as being too light.

Dream or reality?

Does a heavy clipboard add weight to a resume?

Does a heavy clipboard add weight to a resume?

Dreams are generally metaphors, so surely this is a dream, the weighty resume symbolising a serious candidate, a heavyweight, and the lighter resume symbolising a lightweight candidate.

Add this fact to the picture:

The resumes are identical. The only difference between them is the weight of the clipboard to which they are attached. Dream or reality?

Robert Sapolsky, in a New York Times Opinionator article titled This is your brain on metaphors, reports a study where volunteers were “asked to evaluate the resumes of supposed job applicants where, as the critical variable, the resume was attached to a clipboard of one of two different weights. Subjects who evaluated the candidate while holding the heavier clipboard tended to judge candidates to be more serious, with the weight of the clipboard having no effect on how congenial the applicant was judged.”

Sapolsky cites a number of studies showing how the brain links the literal and the metaphorical, and points out that these are processed in the same region of the brain. We are wired to process some experiences as metaphors, Sapolsky explains, to which I add that it is the metaphor versions of our experiences that we frequently see reflected in our dreams. In analysing our personal metaphors, as seen in our dreams, we gain insight into how we are responding to waking life on a visceral level. Our visceral level (gut) response is also programmed by our past experiences, the beliefs we have built about life, and analysing our dreams provides insight into these.

Is this coffee hot or iced? And how is this related to assessing personality?

Is this coffee hot or iced? And how is this related to assessing personality?

You’ll love this one. In another study Sapolsky relates, people are invited to read a description of an individual and assess their personality. The experimenter met each person, his arms full of files and folders, trying to balance his coffee cup, and asked them to briefly hold his coffee while he put the papers down. In half the situations, the coffee was hot, in the other half it was iced. Those who had briefly held the hot coffee before reading the description tended to assess the individual as having a warmer personality, with no change in the ratings of the other attributes.

Interesting but scary stuff, the potential to use metaphor to manipulate outcomes, but nothing new – just think advertising, NLP, fairy tales, movies.

Sapolsky says, “This neural confusion about the literal versus the metaphorical gives symbols enormous power, including the power to make peace.” In the article, he illustrates this with examples of peacemaking in the Middle East and South Africa.

Dream alchemy transforms our personal metaphors of waking life as revealed in our dreams.

Dream alchemy transforms our personal metaphors of waking life as revealed in our dreams.

The power of manipulating (and changing) our personal dream symbols to resolve inner conflict, find inner peace, and create more meaningful perspectives of waking life is the process I call dream alchemy. It’s about taking those personal metaphors of waking life – as revealed in our dreams – that are not rewarding for us and transforming them into metaphors that deliver more positive life experiences and outcomes.

Since the literal and the metaphoric are linked in the brain, and warm coffee warms our assessment of personality, and heavy resumes influence our assessment of a candidate’s seriousness, is it any surprise that dream alchemy, carefully and professionally applied, changes our experience of waking life?

Read Sapolsky’s article.

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Extracting wisdom

Open wide ...

Open wide …

I’ve just had a tooth extracted, a back molar. It was a big deal: my first extraction since childhood. I know dentistry has come a long way in the last 40-50 years, but painful memories can loom large.

“But you’re so calm and cool for root canal, drilling and filling,” said my dentist. “Why so anxious this time?”

“Childhood memories run deep,” I said. “Turn up the gas.”

I have my plier-wielding, childhood dentist to thank for my usual cool and calm. I remember telling myself, as the early 1960s drill plundered into my milk white tooth, that the pain was nothing compared to being eaten by a lion in a jungle. It worked. Instant calm.

That old dentist even taught me a bit about dreams and reality when he knocked me out with gas to remove a particularly painful tooth. I had a kind of lucid dream. I was tracing a maze, the kind you got in kids’ puzzle books, and every time the dental assistant lifted one of my eyelids to check the anaesthesia, the dentist’s face appeared in my maze. I was out and not out, dreaming and awake, listening to the conversation, the crack and snap of my tooth being lifted out of its swollen socket.

So I was surprised to feel so anxious, last week.

Of course the tooth was extracted painlessly. It was days later that something really strange happened.

I remembered a story I had told many times throughout my life but had somehow mysteriously forgotten since agreeing to have this extraction. When I was 20, I had a wisdom tooth removed. The dentist cursed: my tooth had a long, hooked root. Too much blood spurted in front of my eyes, and apologies were made for not booking me into a dental hospital for a full anaesthetic.

No wonder I was anxious this time round. No matter how wisely my unconscious mind tried to claim that memory, to tuck it away for just the time it took to get me into and out of that dentist’s chair, it still made itself felt, a niggling anxiety.

Still, I’m doing pretty well considering I’m running on 75% wisdom according to my dental chart.

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The Dream Show: Episode 26 What if?

The Dream Show with Jane Teresa AndersonHow real are your dreams? They feel real while you’re in them, don’t they? How real is your waking life? What if nothing is as it seems? This podcast gets you questioning your reality – a bit of philosophy – and then introduces a game, ‘What if?’, that you can apply to any dream to gain new insight and clever, practical solutions. A bit of fun and lots of dream interpretation tips packed in along the way too!

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(This episode of The Dream Show was released in October 2009.)

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