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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 617020" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>Who were the people who thought the beautiful colors were ugly? Can you see their faces, hear their voices? These could be your own negative internal voices ~ the negative tape running beneath all your thoughts.</p><p></p><p>Is there a positive presence in the dream? Maybe someone watching from afar?</p><p></p><p>What time of day is it?</p><p></p><p>***********************</p><p></p><p>In the second dream, it seems as though you believed your relationship with your parents has been improved, but it turns out to be the same old thing, again destroyed, destroyed before it was ever built (the dust) by your disrespectful, contemptuous mother ~ or, by the negative representation of her you carry around in your heart. </p><p></p><p>Completely neglected and abandoned...but you are there. You are back. And this time, you are letting yourself feel the disgust, see the terrible waste of something that was meant to be so beautiful.</p><p></p><p>How will the refurbished house appear, once you've brought it back?</p><p></p><p>***************</p><p></p><p>When I first began therapy, I dreamed of a devastated landscape. A desert. As I progressed, I discovered an ancient being in a tiny room far beneath the surface. The being was bald, and of indeterminate sex. He or she was turning the pages of a large book. Very old pages. An ancient book, something secret, something rare, something untouched and untouchable. At one point, the being turned to look at me. It's eyes were blue, like my eyes, only the being was so very, very old. Calmly, the being went back to reading, to turning the pages....</p><p></p><p>I left the room. There was a little greenery beginning to grow along a rivulet that had not been there, the first time I saw the landscape. </p><p></p><p>Over the years, the landscape has changed so much as to be almost unrecognizable. </p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 617020, member: 17461"] Who were the people who thought the beautiful colors were ugly? Can you see their faces, hear their voices? These could be your own negative internal voices ~ the negative tape running beneath all your thoughts. Is there a positive presence in the dream? Maybe someone watching from afar? What time of day is it? *********************** In the second dream, it seems as though you believed your relationship with your parents has been improved, but it turns out to be the same old thing, again destroyed, destroyed before it was ever built (the dust) by your disrespectful, contemptuous mother ~ or, by the negative representation of her you carry around in your heart. Completely neglected and abandoned...but you are there. You are back. And this time, you are letting yourself feel the disgust, see the terrible waste of something that was meant to be so beautiful. How will the refurbished house appear, once you've brought it back? *************** When I first began therapy, I dreamed of a devastated landscape. A desert. As I progressed, I discovered an ancient being in a tiny room far beneath the surface. The being was bald, and of indeterminate sex. He or she was turning the pages of a large book. Very old pages. An ancient book, something secret, something rare, something untouched and untouchable. At one point, the being turned to look at me. It's eyes were blue, like my eyes, only the being was so very, very old. Calmly, the being went back to reading, to turning the pages.... I left the room. There was a little greenery beginning to grow along a rivulet that had not been there, the first time I saw the landscape. Over the years, the landscape has changed so much as to be almost unrecognizable. Cedar [/QUOTE]
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