Hello Everyone, And thanks for your help Jane Teresa. I haven't been able to get online for a few days so hope this is still read by some of you.
What I find really interesting is that I took your advise Lena, a few days before Jane Teresa's posting, and had a conversation between the black dress and the white dresses which was very interesting but which I didn't really understand. However after reading your entry Jane T, some of it made more sense and some of it pointed in the same direction, eg the white dresses symbolising beliefs.
I guess my biggest challenge with these exercises is believing that the writing is not interferred with or created by my conscious self. In other words not trusting it. On the other hand it is so strange to me, to the point of my not understanding it, that I don't know how I can doubt it, yet I do.
So I'd like to share my dialogue with you to see what you think.
Black Dress: So white dresses, what were you doing in the dream?
White Dresses: We're so beautiful, full of dreams and hopes. What are you doing among us?
B.D: I'm one of you but opposite. I'm strong.
W.D: Are you saying we're not?
B.D: Yes. White fluff, raising everyone's expectations, happily ever after blah blah blah.
W.D: But we're beautiful, full of hope, so gorgeous.
B.D: Excuse me but didn't you notice that I'm gorgeous too? Even more so than you. I stand out. I'm unique, individual and, above all strong. And beautiful. And you all ended up dumped on the floor. What does that say about you?
W. D: Some mopping up to be done?
B.D: I'd say, and you, lady who came back angry and who owned one of the dresses, what was your problem?
Lady: Do you have to ask? My beautiful dress, trashed, not looked after and nurtured. Of course I was mad, bloody mad.
B.D: With Nani - maybe you should have looked after the dress yourself. And you girls, why didn't you take the dresses off carefully and hang them up?
Girls: They were fun, they're not important to us. They made us look beautiful for a moment but they're just make believe, a game of dress ups. They're not something that really matters like people or animals.
B.D: What else? Anyone? White dresses, back to you. What actually are you?
W.D: We're not important, we're a symbol but not the real thing. Are we an illusion? Don't know. We're an illusion of love, not the actual thing. We're sorry.
I suppose I wonder whether this excercise has clarified anything or simply added to the confusion. Very interesting.
And to answer some questions, the dresses had been used, they were covered to protect them, the room was small and restrictive, and I have been experiencing feelings of shame from what I percieve as personal failures.
Thanks again for all your assistance. Such a funny wee dream to cause so much soul searching.
Love Nani |