What's it all about, Carl?

Over the course of the long weekend, I had a couple of especially interesting dreams. Carl Jung would probably describe them as significant because of their length and detail.

Upon awakening, I wrote them out as I usually do. But now I'm beginning to wonder if I should keep them to myself instead of publishing here. Occasionally someone emails me an interesting comment (almost always anonymously), but it doesn't happen often.

Sometimes I share complex dreams with my therapist. She's good at deciphering them, although if I go back and review them a few days later, I can do this myself. But the last time I saw her, we agreed that there was no reason for me to continue seeing her, at least not for the foreseeable future. (She suggested I visit her in three months.)

I suppose I could e-mail the narrative to her. She admits to a fascination with dreams although she is no Jungian. She's more of a cognitive, Aaron Beck type.

But back to the dreams. They weren't particularly perverse, but  both had disturbing elements. For example, my father appeared in one of them. These almost always disturb me, although in the recent one, he did not appear as he usually does: oblivious to the head wound that killed him, although it's visible to everyone else. Instead, he looked like he did when I was younger.

The only theme I can spot in the dreams - which showed up in both - is that I am initially treated badly, then suddenly treated very well.

I think I'll give it another day or two. My face is hurting and I am drowning in FHA Reform.