Rachel is my guest this episode, with a dream that gently uses symbolism and a safe space to begin to heal traumatic abuse from her childhood. Rachel is the last of our ‘email guests’, so you’ll hear our email conversation about the dream, its interpretation, the dream alchemy, and Rachel’s responses. Through our conversation, Rachel
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You might wake from a dream of a weapon-wielding alien invader, a murderer in the shadows, a Sabretooth tiger poised to pounce, or a wicked witch casting evil spells, and, knowing a little about dream alchemy and the power of reimagining your dream with a positive ending, decide to kill or vanish the dark force.
“It’s lens flare,” says the scientist. “It’s synchronicity,” says the mystic. “It’s divine,” says the shaman. “It’s alchemy,” says the alchemist. “It belongs in the fifth chapter,” says the author. “Let’s see what my dreams make of this,” says the dream analyst. That’s me: scientist, mystic, shaman, alchemist, author, and dream analyst, though probably not
“Why do we dream in black and white?” It’s a question I’m often asked, and it always makes me smile. “We don’t,” I reply. “You don’t remember noticing colours in your dreams, so you assume you dream in black and white. And shades of grey. But now you know you can dream in colour, you
Alicia, my guest from Atlanta, Georgia, dreamed of winning a prize that led her on a mystery journey. Listen as we piece together the elements she encountered along the way: the red tinted photographs, the light under the garage door, the significant numbers and directions, the distinguished faces, Carmen the neighbour, Debra the team mate.
It’s that time of the year here in Australia. It’s midwinter*(see footnote!), the air is clear and dry and the sunlight is blinding. There’s no summer humidity to water down the glare, and the widening hole in the ozone layer down this end doesn’t help. I need a new pair of sunglasses. Which would you
My guest, Gay, is keen to hear my take on a dream she had six months ago, a dream that profoundly changed her life. Gay dreamed of moseying along a walkway from a dark museum castle into a room filled with a blinding light where she embraced her estranged granddaughter. There are many deep and