an article about dreams . Dreams have alway held a great fascination for me since childhood and I sometimes have journaled them or at least thought about them. Rohini, who has a blog called MY WEIRDEST DREAMS , commented with a request that I post some dreams on my blog. I have decided to do this on occasional Fridays since I try to post about mysteries and mysterious things. Dreams certainly fall into the category of the mysterious. I am hoping that my blog friend Dr. Harris Stern will be there to lend his very astute observations about dreams. Dr. Stern has also posted some fine articles about dreams.On Friday December 18, 2009 I posted
As I had mentioned in my December article, dream symbolism is very personal and can vary from one person to the next or even in our own dreaming life from one dream to the next. Sometimes the meanings can be very concrete and they are exactly what has been envisioned in the dream. Other times what we see in our dreams symbolizes something else entirely. I don't think we can read a dream account in most cases and completely understand it because we need to know a lot more background about the dreamer's past and current situations. But we can dabble and play around with it.
The dream I am going to present today is one that I call THE BABY SKELETON . This is a dream that I had when I was between 9 and 12 years old. It was so vivid that I remembered it to the extent that it became a favorite story that I used to tell my kids when they were growing up. Now you can enjoy the story and perhaps even play psychoanalyst.
To begin with I will provide some background information as I recall it. During the time of this dream it would have been between 1959 and 1963. My family was living in a sprawling new housing development on Clairmont Mesa in San Diego, CA. Our home was a block away from the large undeveloped Tecolote Canyon. As children my sister, my friends, and I would often spend much of our non-school time playing in and "exploring" the canyon. Bear in mind that this was a time when kids had a much greater reign to roam without some of the fears we have today. We would often wander the canyon imagining that we were discovering things. A bird feather was a remnant of a past Indian tribe, an unusual stone was an artifact of some primitive culture, or a dirt road was a pioneer trail. We were full of imagination and adventure.
Life seemed pretty simple and unthreatening to us children despite the news reports about possible attack from the Russians and the duck-and-cover air-raid drills that we would sometimes practice at school. My family led a pretty routine suburbia life, my parents were just normal good parents, my sister Joy was one of my best friends, and my twin brother and sister were still very young. I enjoyed watching THE TWILIGHT ZONE and scary movies on television and my reading primarily consisted of The Hardy Boys and Tom Swift. Stamp collecting was my main hobby. Life was good.