I'm glad to hear that you are also into Jung! I think we share an interest and thank you for the Tom Chetwynd mention, it sounds like a sound recommendation.
I also see Jungian archetypes and modes of behaviour play out everywhere according to his worldview. It seems very apparent to me that dreams and waking life reflect his theory. My journey with Jungian psychology began with my interest in dreams and proclivity for lucidity in them. Anybody who takes an interest in oneirology, as you might imagine, will inevitably come across Carl Jung. Only recently did I arrive at all the symbolism in ancient cultures, including alchemy, that so intrigued the psychoanalyst on a meaningful and psychological level.
I must say that I learn about myself both in dreams and waking life and I try to understand my psychical make-up. To cut a long story short, I had a traumatic childhood and remember a peculiar instance of being engulfed by darkness and feeling pushed down by a force that I fought hard against desperately for I felt that not doing so would mean the cessation of my being. I was hanging by a thread and felt like I was drowning in some kind of hell. When I came to, I was crying in my father's arms and did not know why. It was like someone had been crying for me. My mother was sprinkling 'holy' water on me and uttering prayers. Because I was a child, my mother simply told me I had been ill but was now fully recovered. Later, in my teens, I was informed that I had been possessed by an evil spirit and had to be exorcised ...
This was my Christian mother's spiritualistic interpretation of what happened and what she had observed. According to her, I had turned violent—screaming, growling and cursing everyone—before finally calming down and returning to my typical self. I do not recall behaving in such a manner because I simply blacked out. Eventually I came across a scientific magazine that sparked my interest in science and seemed to provide a perfectly good explanation: whenever there is relentless and prolonged trouble in a household, young minds are affected.
The child will come to feel like a scared animal that has been cornered and has nowhere to run, so the only option is to turn around and attack like a mad dog. In that moment, a primordial part of the brain takes over as the conscious default state of the young personality is instinctually deemed insufficient to cope or deal with the perceived problem. My parents were about to get divorced. My father was a degenerate gambler and a habitual wife beater. I wanted him to disappear! The dissociative experience remains somewhat of a mystery to me but Jung spoke of the dangers of the shadow taking over. Perhaps, I was overwhelmed by the shadow, temporarily, an anger I couldn't repress any longer. The beast could no longer be ignored and it came to the surface just when I least expected it. I was joyously playing with a toy at the table as I waited for my mother to dish up dinner!
Much later, I came across Jung's ideas of individuation and the analogous alchemical concept of 'nigredo' where the active testing and blackening of the 'prima materia' responsible for the unconscious unleashes all manner of demons to be confronted in the realm of the mind. Suddenly, everything began to make sense. Now there is a tendency to look at all my dreams through a Jungian lens, considering both the personal and the collective.
Last Wednesday I had a dream that I was working at Betfred and there was a difficult and potentially threatening punter. A brawl ensues and Santosh, the deputy manager, cannot contain the chaos; the betting shop is smashed up. I help an effeminate man escape—he seems vulnerable and very camp as he holds on to me. As I lead him out of the shop and into safety, I notice that it's dark and raining outside. The rain is heavy and quickly inundating the streets. It seems superficial at first, but soon the flood level is as high as our knees. We find shelter with water almost submerging benches and wooden tables look wet. I'm hungry and disappointed that there is no food to be found. In fact, there is nowhere comfortable to eat. I complain to the effeminate man but subsequently realise that the priority is to find a new shelter away from the flood. I wake up.
It seems to me that this dream could reflect having got over a difficult period and the need to put certain plans on hold in order to organise things closer to home. I can't afford to eat yet because I need to make sure the ship doesn't sink, as it were. I'm fighting my own battles so, naturally, thoughts pertaining to my concerns have been on my mind. The betting shop seems to represent a scenario where aspects of myself have to 'gamble' in order to determine what could happen, which is, as it turns out, a little chaos that required moving away from. But the flood could not be ignored. The plan to eat (desires) had to be put on hold in order to find a suitable shelter first. The house has to be in order first before business can begin!
Me and my wife have battled with depression for a long time and we still have our ups and downs. But we struggle to stay afloat because self-preservation is worth it. Creativity and aspiring to something greater is our impetus to strive for stability and improvement. It is interesting to learn that Jung's friend von Franz talked about depressed people tending to dream about lions and dragons—but more the former—after my experience having been just that! At their roots, depressive states tend to have either creative contents or violent, unfulfilled desires. Dreaming of lions and other devouring beasts represent the craving for success and to be at the top, but because realistically life is not like fantasy, consciousness has the potential to be overwhelmed by the wild animals of the unconscious who want to eat everything up—frustrated desires masked by depression.
I have dreamt of big cats chasing me and devouring everybody in their wake. They seemed uncontrollable and impossible to contain. In the dream, I didn't know what to do so, I kept jumping to higher ground—climbing trees and accessing roofs—with others who managed to survive. Eventually, I found myself flying, which led to becoming conscious of dreaming. The problem, of course, disappeared in the lucid dream and I was able to explore a virtual world to my heart's content. Dreaming of ferocious beasts came around a time when I wished for my business as an artist to be up and running sooner than possible which was leading to frustration. I needed to look at my life with realism but without repressing my childish desires, but instead, consider them as valid and to be purposely worked on long-term towards an ideal.
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