Do you remember a recent dream you had? Or an older one that stayed vivid in your mind? Today, you’re your own Freud: Tell us the dream, then interpret it for us! Feel free to be as serious or humorous as you see fit, or to invent a dream if you can’t remember a real one.
This is based on my very first post on this blog.
My search and first contact with someone I had not seen in many, many years, was prompted by a dream. I had a dream that I saw Roger in an exotic market, where I was browsing, possibly somewhere in Asia or North Africa, filled with earthy colours, rich fabrics and magical smells. I looked up and there was Roger in the distance, who smiled and waved at me. I was struck by how tall he was, (the viccitudes of memory), and prompted to look for him, which I had done several times before over the years, but never found him.
I started to search again the very next day. While researching, I came across a newsletter which seemed to have Roger’s signature on it, (probably on page 8 or 9 of my search). Not knowing whether in fact this was Roger, I mailed the school to ask for his email address to reconnect again. They were kind enough to forward me his mail. Lo and behold it was Roger. Perhaps 30 years later. He forwarded the picture above from the 1970’s, when we lived in Cape Town. I think this serendipity or synchronicity is amazing! To use Jung’s idea: The term synchronicity is coined to express a concept that belongs to him. It is about “acausal connection of two or more psycho-physic phenomena.” Roger was about to start a journey from the United Kingdom, to visit friends here in South Africa and then to work in North Africa.
Synchronicity, “as an explicative theory, applies to phenomena from the area of parapsychology, prevision and premonition, to I Ching, (specific method of consulting the Oracle of Changes), to astrology and many other borderline fields.”
About two weeks later, I spent time with Roger, here in South Africa. It was remarkable to be mindful of the preciousness of this encounter and the opportunity to meet and speak again after so much time had passed. I was entranced by the unlikelihood of this experience and was overwhelmed with a sense of deep gratitude. For me, this is clarified in the words of Pablo Neruda, one cannot: “…measure the road which may have had no country…”, and again from Bird: “…I had no more alphabet than the swallows in their courses…” there is no adequate language for this kind of experience, how can words describe such moments? They have to be felt with “heartfulness” and the presence of the moments with mindfulness. Unmeasurable, right now. Sharp, clear, real.
I so connect with these words from Pablo Neruda’s Memory:
“…but do not ask me the date or the name of what I dreamed – I cannot measure the road which may have had no country, or that truth which changed, which the day perhaps subdued to become a wandering light like a firefly in the dark.”
This firefly helped me to see and connect. Up until the dream I had been wondering in the dark. Thinking of Freud, or rather Jung, (who was very interested in the interpretation of dreams at the subject level), this dream was a message from my unconscious. I would say that somehow my unconscious mind made just the right connections, at just the right time, throwing light on something I had thought was not possible, and providing the right light to help me to see and reconnect.
“Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.” ~ C. Jung
Image courtesy Carol Knox, showing Roger and Carol in the 1970’s.