If you remember, I am on the phone with Dorothy and we are hopping like mad rabbits between different subjects. She had been a little reluctant that I didn’t remember her angel dream from six years ago or so. To recap, this is what Dorothy told me about her old dream: “I was playing around on graves, and suddenly I found myself surrounded by all these children. They were not my children but dark angel children who wouldn’t let me go. And I woke up screaming: NANNY! NANNY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MARC! MARC!”
And now she has had another one of these dreams, extraordinary in her perception. Whilst for me, I stand by the perspective that we are not unique. However, I love Jungian dream analysis. It is something I indulge in as well as tarot card reading, so I am in fact eager to hear about her dream, and find out its hidden meanings and messages.
Dorothy starts to recount her dream for me: “In my dream this time there were again 3 graves. These graves were white and they belonged to children. The entire little cemetary was covered with little white gravel stones. I didn’t believe it was true and real so I went and had a look. The middle tombstone read “Silly Cindy”. Then the angel statues turned their heads to me and started talking to me. The angels kept following me everywhere I went. I kept finding keys which opened doors to houses. It was creepy but not scary.”
“What was behind the doors?” I ask her.
“I dont know. It was keys that opened front doors to properties,” Dorothy muses on.
“OK, so I don’t know clearly what I want or what I feel,” I confess to our previous thread.
“Yes, that was another one of my thoughts,” Dorothy jumps back and forth just as easily. “That you are scared of emotions.”
“That’s interesting. Yes I think I am.” And I manage to flip back again: “What were the angles saying?”
“I also think you don’t know how to read or react to emotions well,” Dorothy tells me wisely. “I can’t remember what the angels were saying. But I did tell them to stop following and watching me because it was freaking me out.”
“They were all dark angles?” I ask her again.
“No white angels this time.” Dorothy ponders. “Snow white.”
“Where did the dark angel children go?” I wonder.
“I don’t know.” Dorothy whines. “That was years ago… It could be loads of things. Graham and all his offspring, whatever happened to my grandmother in WW2, my mom and graham and my horrible start to life, the baby I lost, a premonition of Marc not recognizing the baby…”
“But so no dark angles in this dream?” I ask her just to be sure.
“Maybe I have accepted my shadows.” Dorothy offers.
“It’s a mix up of experience from start to now?” I reflect back.
“Could be…” Dorothy sounds unsure.
“I think you need to get serious about your life.” I tell her sternly.
“Then what do you believe the white angels are saying?” Dorothy wants to know. “Serious in what way?”
“Serious like ‘I am working my ass off being a single mom dedicated to my 3 kids’. That kind of serious.” I retort, and then in application to her dream: “Get a proper life. Pick a door and go in and deal with the problems handed to you. Keep your problems down to 63. The trick is not to get the 64th problem. But you seem to thrive on the 64th, 65th and 67th.”
“Deal with which problems?” Dorothy is trying to sound all innocent. Then she plays some math for me: “63 problems? 9×7. Or 64 is 8×8. And 65 is 5×13.”
I pause for a silent moment to let it all sink in. You see, most people you can easily bring into a trance like state by leading them round and round some metaphorical imagery in their minds. Dorothy however is part of the minority who will ask too many questions about details. The only way to put her mind to sleep before you can introduce some covert speech is by getting her to do the math: feed her numbers.
Dorothy continues: “I don’t get it. 67 is a prime number. Why not 66? That s nice 6×11.”
I interrupt her rant: “Life has 63 problems to solve each day, and no I am not going g to list them. The 64th and all others are the problems you create for yourself.”
“I create my own problems?” Dorothy cries incredulously. “Like which one?”
“Like ‘I think’ or ‘if this happens it means that’ or making assumptions.” I inform her of what I have learned myself. “Or not considering others in your planning but expecting instead.”
It is believed to be beneficial to identify with an archetype. This can be a classical archetype from Greek mythology. But it can also be a more contemporary figure like a movie star, an artist or a writer. It can even be somebody you know and who you admire very much. It could be Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. Or it could be Fiona from Shrek. It doesn’t matter who you chose to be, as long as it is somebody who resonates with your soul.
Next you need to attribute strengths and special powers to your archetype. These are the characteristics which make you unique in life. Dorothy has a knack in bringing information and teaching people. Fiona has guts and power to get things done.
And finally, to uncover your dharma, you need to figure out how you can use your special powers to the benefit of society and mankind at large. It’s along this incredible journey that happiness can be found.
What do you think Dorothy’s dream means? And what is your experience with archetypes? Let me know in the comments below.