The assignment is to recall a dream and analyze it from one or
two theoretical perspectives we've learned thus far in dream analysis. Dreams
have been a vehicle to express emotions, thoughts and feelings. Sometimes they
pose questions which have been rooted in our conscious. Dreams are personalized
works which we have consciously directed and created in our minds and no one
interpretation is right or wrong. Weeks later upon receiving this assignment I
had an incredible dream of my mother of which I will never forget.
It was a beautiful sunny day, not one cloud to blemish the sky.
I remember this particular afternoon being warm and bright. The scenery seemed
to depict a post card perfect summer's day. My mother and I were walking in a
park, a park I've never visited or seen. I felt as if anyone were to stare at
us they could see the contentment and harmony radiating from myself. I was
watching myself lay down on very soft green grass, but before I did I turned
around to see if my mother was still near. I saw myself lay down under a tree.
This tree was uniquely beautiful because of its thin twisting, almost fragile
looking branches. The tree was unusual for it was bare, there were no leaves,
nor was it green. The tree just stood by itself colored naked and bare for all
to witness. The birds of summer seemed to favor this unique looking tree by
gathering and sitting on its thin but strong branches. I laid under this tree
looking up towards the birds feeling happy. I heard myself laughing and
listening to these birds singing. Where after I walked towards a pond, a man
made pond of gray marble brick. An immense wall lining a narrow stairwell was
to its left. My mother was kneeling by the pond wading her hand just above the
water, touching it very delicately. This was her pond and her pond had the most
incredibly beautiful bright fish. They consisted of aqua blue, yellow and green
colored fish with fins that seemed to be as fine as hair as it floated towheads
my mother's hands. I watched myself watching her, feeling as if I was invading
a private moment and in awe of the spectacle I was witnessing.
We left the park and her pond and were on our way home. As we
walked arm in arm the weather seemed to be getting darker and colder. The
clouds rolling in seemed to be constricting and threatening to engulf us. We
arrived an immense bridge which was hundreds of feet above a body of murky water.
I felt threatened and didn't trust crossing this bridge and my mother
instinctively new my fear and preceded to cross, reassuring me it was safe. I
didn't cross the bridge but watched her take her steps alone. She reached the
middle of the bridge and it collapsed. I ran towards the edge looking down at
my mother as she was struggling to hold on and trying to get a better grip. She
was calling out my name, begging me to help her, but I just stood there frozen
in silence and feeling no emotion. I saw her fingers turn white as they lost
their hold one by one, until she was holding on with just one hand. She turned
her head to look at me one last time before she lost the grip in her other hand
and fell. I remember hearing no noise of her body hitting the water, just empty
silence, but the expression of her face is etched into my memory.
Remembering this dream brings up emotions of guilt and was
painful to envision. There are many theoretical perspectives one can use to
analyze such dreams. Ultimately to find a potential explanation or
interpretation of what dreams mean. I have looked closer into the works of
Sigmund ...