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What do wealthy men, hungry children and a Roman Catholic Cardinal or Bishop mean in a dream?

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Dream 435: The Corrupt World
A man had the following dream:

“I was asleep, I seen my body being wrapped in threads like a web or a cocoon that surrounded me and strapped me to the bed. I watched it happening as if I was out of my body viewing it from above. Then I slipped back into my body and was struggling to break free of the webbing. I tore a small hole with my fingers and slowly but surely stretched it enough to make my way out. It stuck to me, it was very adhesive. It stretched along with my movements as I made my way and as I walked strands held onto me, and then finally the thick threading snapped and dissolved.

My bedroom was gone. I was in a large city in ruins, it was dark and smoldering, most of the structures had tumbled to the ground. I could tell that I was in a large building that had fallen but some of the walls and archways were still standing. Block and dirt and dust and pure destruction was seen as far as I could see. One doorway stood unscathed, and from this doorway came a group of men in suits, but they no longer had a human appearance. Instead of having heads, their necks branched out into rectangular shapes like the ends of beef jerky. Their flesh was the same, only I thought it was made from bacon or ham and other meats from swine. (they had been living high on the hog)

They were dumb and confused and stumbled around bumping into things. I found a few tables, gathered each of the creatures, strapped them down so they couldn’t move. As I was tying the knots I noticed bubbles pooling together on the doorways and walls. These sweltering pockets were swirling with multiple colors mixed with red, purple and yellow. They looked that of amniotic sacs, veins grew upon the sacs and pulsated. I watched them burst, giant larvae-like creatures incased in fluids gushed out onto the floor. They were the size of my arms at first; I watched as they twisted around and grew into children the size of nine-year-olds with a full head of hair and beautiful multi-colored eyes. They were wet, their skin was a dark gray and blue tone.They were holding their stomaches, their ribs showed like they had suffered from starvation.

Their attention was drawn to the center of the room where I had strapped the meaty beings to the tables. Some could walk but some crawled, but they all slowly made their way to the center of the room and ripped into the creatures. The creatures didn’t have eyes or mouths but I could see their suffering in the way they moved about each time a child bit into them. Suddenly everything rattled and it sounded like a wrecking ball was hitting walls. As I lifted my gaze I could see the remains of structures being knocked to pieces and the floor shook as a giant made his way through the rubble. He was at least fifteen foot tall, dressed in a red bishop’s robe, his facial appearance was stretched about in a demonic nature with black eyes and pockets of dark swelling veins showing on the outside of his skin. His hat stood several feet high and was made of gold, diamonds and other gems that people had obsessed over.

As the giant made his way over to us, his attention was on the children the entire time. I tried to pull them away from their feast but they were so desperate to consume the men they paid no attention; the ones I tried to grab and force to leave just pulled away from me and latched back onto the meat of men. As the bishop entered he grabbed the children one or two at a time, revealing his razor-like teeth and chomped their heads from their bodies, then tossed them to the floor. I tried to stop him but he swatted me, I tumbled backwards across the room and slammed against a wall and then to the ground. As he made his way toward me I heard a vicious growling above me. As I looked up drool splashed across my body and I seen a two-headed dog on a caved in portion of the roof, snarling at the bishop. It launched at the demonic giant, it was the size of a bear but the giant kept slapping it to the ground.

More dogs arrived, all of them with two-heads, all of them enormously large. The beasts pulled the bishop to the ground, ripping at his arms, pulling at his cloth and one had latched upon his throat, but then they began falling to his sides. He had grabbed a piece of twisted metal from the building’s fallen structure and was stabbed at the dogs. He bit them just as hard and ferociously as they were biting him, gashing one another’s flesh, blood dripping from open wounds and splashing about. In the darkest corner of the room I noticed a spear leaning against the wall. It had what appeared to be hieroglyphic markings on it. I couldn’t make out the shapes or the meaning of the markings but it was of an ancient origin. I grabbed the spear and cautiously approached the battle but by this time there was only one dog alive. The bishop knelt over the beast and held it to the floor by the neck as it growled, barked and kicked its legs around trying to squirm free to attack again. The bishop glanced at me with one hand raised high above him with the twisted metal tight within his grip. As he took a breath and gritted his teeth together, but before he could swing down to destroy the beast I ran the spear through his side and upward into his body. His body instantly became limp and he fell forward, releasing the dog. The beast and I shared a slight moment as it looked at me and with trembling hands I stared back at it. He was startled as if he heard something and ran towards an opening in the room to leave; the room filled with light until I was blinded and then into complete darkness. I could hear the dog’s heads barking as I as woke up. Even for a few seconds after I opened my eyes I could still hear it.

I was thirsty. I turned on my bathroom light and then went to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator door, pulled out a soda, as I closed the door and turned to walk back to my room something dark and tall was next to me, it blocked the light coming from my bedroom and it held no definite shape. I stepped around the black mass and made my way back to my room. I looked back to see if I had really seen something or if my eyes had played tricks on me as they may have been adjusting in the dark after being exposed to the light in the fridge. The mass was gone just as quickly as it had appeared. I often remember my dreams in great detail and sometimes feel like something is showing me things that’s hard to fully make out. The dreams I have are often this dark, this beautiful and, this twisted. I am an aspiring writer and I do write fiction, so I don’t mind it at all. In fact, most of my screenplay ideas have come from strange clips or scenes I’ve had that were in great details. I’ve even had dreams that seemed as if they continued from a previous dream, as if it’s showing the next scene or vision to me.

Was there really a black mass? Maybe there was. Did I conjure up these images and this story from real world experiences or did something show me the dream? In my opinion, it might be a happy blend between the two working together for reasons unknown. Maybe my life experiences and imagination lets them in to play, and maybe they aren’t playing at all. When I analyze my own thoughts and personal fears, I will say this: I fear a famine is coming and the world will be thrown into a period of destruction and turmoil that most people can’t even fathom. I fear the government and the 1% think they know what they are doing and they believe they will be safe from these disasters but no one is safe. I think that the Vatican and Catholicism is in fact an evil empire that has had its grip on society and the way things are ran in this world for centuries and they will one day see that they are not the one that will decide the fate of man. I think that life will find a way to continue, but like the sad and hungry children in my dream, they will be full of desperation and their willingness to survive will stop at nothing. I have no clue what the two-headed beasts may have been but it saved my life, and many of then children survived thanks to them. Hideous or not, they done their duty and were our guardians. Take it with a grain of salt, but I feel that the symbolic images and story here, is indeed a fate mankind may one day have to live through. I feel like this dream could be translated in so many ways and am interested in what people have to say about it.”

Interpretation

I believe this is not only a big dream; it is a gigantic dream. It is talking about your personal transformation, the challenges faced in the world, and your possible role in it.

The first part obviously describes you being in a cocoon and escaping from the cocoon. The implication is that you’ve gone through a metamorphosis. Your worldview has been totally deconstructed, which is evidenced by the destroyed buildings an wreckage surrounding the situation.

The next part of the dream is all about the wealthy financiers. They are made from the meat of swine which says a lot about your feelings towards them. They carry maggots which become children. The implication is that the children are relegated by them to feeding on their waste products.

The children are ravenous beings because they have been starved for so long and literally want to eat the swine wealthy. A representative of the church, which I believe is a Roman Catholic Bishop or Cardinal because of the way you described the vestments and attire. You seem to see the church as involved in fending off the children to support the wealthy.

The dream was very archetypal in that you get a spear with hieroglyphics on it. It is like an ancient sacred weapon. You saved the last two headed dog/bear. Animals are usually the dreamer’s instincts.

It is your instinct to be fiercely loyal and protective–strong like a bear and loyal and protective like a dog. The dog being two-headed indicates that you put double the value on being loyal and protective.

In this dream you use your heroic masculine to save the protective instinctive Guardians that save the innocent/helpless from the evil and vile bureaucracy which oppresses the weak and rewards the wealthy.

I think this dream speaks rather well of your intentions. The question is “how accurate is this depiction of reality?”

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What is the Divine Child archetype in dreams?

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Dream 367: Giving the Divine Child archetype some spiritual courage
A young man had the following dream in his own words:

“I was walking beside a girl in a part of my dream last night. She was very sweet. As we were walking into a building I felt a presence behind her.

I looked back and there was a woman dressed in dark holding a gun to her.

I put my hand on the spine of the girl I was beside and humbly whispered ‘in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.’

Nothing more

Nothing less

And in that moment a light flashed over the girl with the gun and she put it down and said in a similar tone as mine when I spoke. She said ‘thank you.’

I smirked at her in a loving but strong way and walked the girl into the building she was going into.”

Interpretation

Assuming that the girl was a child, it was probably the Divine Child archetype. The Divine Child carries all our hopes, dreams and wishes for the future, like Jesus Christ did. It often is a blue-eyed blonde-haired little girl between the ages of 3 and 11. It can be other physical features, but these are the most frequent in our culture.

The girl as a Divine Child archetype would represent positive emotions and hoped for plans for the future. Women usually represent an emotional part of the dreamer. A woman with a gun is shadow aggressive/negative emotions.

The dreamer put his hand on her spine and say something very spiritual. The dream is saying that strong spirituality helps him stand up to negative emotions, it helps him have more spine.

The dreamer in the dream is acting as the heroic masculine which is usually the part of the personality that is involved in healing. It takes the action necessary to heal the person or make them better. In this case, the heroic masculine is lending his strength to Divine Child emotionality so that his plans can be actualized and come into reality.

When the Heroic Masculine lends it’s strength in performing healing action to the Divine Child, the Self can only say “thank you” that Shadow emotions were overcome and vanquished.

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What does a deer and a mailbox mean in a dream?

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A deer my dear

Mailboxes have to do with messages we receive from others. A deer is a beautiful image that relates to instinctive affection or love. How these two play out in a dream is illustrated below.

Dream 309

The dreamer was a woman who went outside to get the mail. There was some snow and ice on the mail. There also were paper plates with little kid writing on it and. Wrapped inside the plates were parts of a maimed baby deer someone stuck in her mail box.

She looked up to explain what was happening to an inquiring passing neighbor. The neighbor mystifyingly and impatiently queried “already”? The neighbor became angry for some reason and the dreamer told her she was calling the police.

Interpretation

In dreams, water is emotion. Snow is cold water, i.e., cold emotion. This dream involves the mail which is where we receive messages from others.

Many letters to start out with “dear.” There literally is a maimed “deer” in the mailbox. It is written on material that typically involves nurturance, (plates usually hold food).

The messages looked like scribbling written by little kids. The neighbor apparently was seen by her as criminally insensitive so that she called the police. The trend of this dream implies that she were hurt by an insensitive childish thoughtless message or remark by someone she thought was a friend (her old lawyer?) who suddenly delivered an unkind message without realizing it.

The dreamer later verified the heart of this interpretation. She had just received an unfavorable message from a custody court involving her young children. She was dissatisfied to the point that she decided to get a new lawyer.

One surmises that the court and/or lawyer hurt her feelings to the point that he was no longer “dear” to her. Dreams often make a concrete almost clang association between words (deer=dear by analogy). She was advised to use dream incubation to help clarify her feelings toward the new lawyer.

Dream incubation is described in chapter 37 of my book, Dreams: Guide to the Soul which is at http://www.drstevenfox.com

What does the ocean, sea coral, and three children mean in a dream?

Growth  in the Oceanic Unconscious
Growth in the Oceanic Unconscious

Dream 307 Grow in Awareness of Your Subconscious Emotions or Take a Good Look at Yourself

A woman saw three children running toward a building. Then she found herself in a room which had a fair going on in it with a circus atmosphere replete with concessions, vendors, games, monkeys, fountains of chocolate, costumes, etc. She then saw three kids with a vendor.

The vendor and the three children were in a kitchen. One of the children was licking a bowl after a cake was made. They were listening to the man. He had blue coral growing on half of his face.

The man turned to her to demand that she should be teaching the children about the ocean which is what he was doing. It was all important that she teach the children about the ocean.

Interpretation

Three is the number of change. Three is the number of change because 3 people in a relationship is the most unstable interpersonal situation possible. Things are going to change. Each character is a part of the dreamer’s mind. Children would be relatively new parts. So the dream was saying that she needed to change by integrating relatively new parts of her thinking.

There are a lot of entertainment figures in this dream. The dream may be saying she needed to have more fun and play in her life. The kitchen is a place of creativity and nurture.

The man wants to talk about the ocean which basically is the subconscious. I believe the dream in a larger sense is saying it would be helpful to her creativity (the kitchen). It would also sweetly nurture (the cake bowl) the dreamer to look at her subconscious emotions (teaching the new parts of herself–the children–about the ocean).

Coral is alive and is growth in the ocean. The dream is screaming that exploring her subconscious emotions would lead to growth in how she looked at herself (the coral is on his face). She had to face up to it.

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What does jewelry, toys, unfamiliar faces, a house, high fashion, a garden, a pool and clothing mean in a dream?

woman jewelryDream 277: A woman had a dream that a male friend who had died was at the house where she was living now. She said “hi” even though is it was not the face of her deceased friend. She somehow knew it was her deceased friend, but his face was very different. Then her male friend proceeded to tell her how many pounds of weight he had lost and how many more he wanted to lose.

She looked at him as he was thin. She asked him why would he want to lose more? He looked great. He answered, “Because I like high fashion.”

She went into another room to get something for the wedding rehearsal and when she returned, the room was filled with children. As she walked through the house every room in the house was filled with children. So she told her friend to wait outside in the garden by the pool. She needed to think.

When she went outside to look for him, the garden and pool area was filled with children. As she looked the garden kept stretching and stretching in size until the grounds got bigger and more children appeared. So she told her friend that they might have to wait a bit.

She went back in the house and went to her room which was filled with children. They were playing and holding some of her belongings which included her whole collection of jewelry. She began to get irritated and then they showed her some things they had built like toys from her jewelry. She was impressed, and thought their creations were amazing. These children were of our various cultures and backgrounds.

Interpretation

A house can represent the dreamer herself because it is the framework out of which one lives. In dreams, each person in the dream is part of the dreamer’s mind. Men tend to go with action parts of the psyche or mind, while women tend to go with more emotional parts of the psyche. Unfamiliar faces are parts of ourselves that we do not know very well.

Children are parts of the self that have not been developed and so represent creative potential. The dream mentions a wedding which is a primary symbol of integration since it joins male (action) parts of the mind with emotional (female) aspects of the psyche. A garden, of course, represents personal growth. Water is virtually always emotion and a pool is emotion that is close to home.

The dream tried to appeal to the dreamer’s ego by saying that it is “high fashion” to rid oneself of excessive and unnecessary ego defenses. Clothing typically represents defenses because it is what the world sees. It similarly looked at her personal belongings as defenses supporting the ego and tried to encourage her to be more playful (with the children making toys of them). The moral of the dream is to have fun and stop worrying about looking good.

In the case of the over-weight man, one looks better to others if your actions are less defensive and more playful. Losing weight is getting rid of a barrier or defense to becoming close to other people. The dream emphasized that there were many diverse parts of herself that she had to offer the world. Her subconscious was trying to get her to be less concerned with appearances, particularly concern over appearances that cover who she really was.

Jewelry is personal adornment and does not represent who she is. With the many children and their creativity, the dream is emphasizing that she had much to offer the world.

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