Shannen – You need to realise that dreams have a very different view of murder than in waking life. Murder in our inner world of dreams can be caused by ‘killing’ out love, by repressing our natural urges, or by wishing someone out of your life or feelings of anger.
The murder took place when you were a young girl and it was a delight for you. Also the people in your dream are nearly always about someone they know or a strange new person or situation they automatically believe the dream is about that person, situation or animal. But when we think of our friend or partner our thoughts are not them – just our thoughts and feelings about them. So dream images are ways of communicating via our associations not actual things or people. In the world of dreams our most intimate fears and longings are given an exterior life of their own in the form of the people, objects and places of our dream.
So what do your associations say about the Asian guy, or the dead body, for they are full of information if you explore them. You can do this by using
http://dreamhawk.com/dream-encyclopedia/acting-on-your-dream/#BeingPersonThe dream is ‘bothering’ you because dreams are ways of helping you to become more aware of yourself – not a punishment or horror film.
Example: I felt really guilty and connected with the body, as if I had been part of his murder, and was wondering frantically what I could do to hide or get rid of the body. Part of the problem was that pulling it out risked being seen with it.
In ‘being’ the body in the dream the man said, “But it wasn’t until I got into the role of the dead body that any depth of feelings emerged. Almost as soon as I was in the role of the dead body I began to think about and feel things connected with the way I had killed my sexuality as a teenager. Gradually these feelings deepened and I was describing my feeling hatred in regard to sexuality and how the masses were pulled along by their genitals into some sort of conformity and performance. I felt anger and loathing for what I felt at the time were the cattle human beings were. At the time I despised and hated them. I also felt repugnance at the way people talked about sex or appeared to enjoy it. It has to be understood that in that period in history in the UK, most of sex was depicted in terms of smut, dirt, animal desire, hidden pornography, or loveless fucking. I wept deeply, at times hardly able to breathe, with the pain of seeing what I had done to myself. I said sorry over and over. I saw that I need not have killed my love and sexuality, but could have expressed it in a tender and loving way.
As you can see form the example, the man felt in his dream, “I had been part of his murder, and was wondering frantically what I could do to hide or get rid of the body. Part of the problem was that pulling it out risked being seen with it.”
But on exploring his associations he realised the dream was a way of transforming his anger and pain into tender and loving feelings.
Your head held high, your red shoes and clothes and your feelings of power were ways that you have used to cover up your other feelings of murderousness. But there is a middle way that does not to wallow either in guilt or superiority, but is the way of the razors edge which depict any behaviour or attitudes that are one-sidedness and lead us to imbalance within us. But at the same time it is not about being perfect or a saint, but a balanced and whole human being with very wide choices. Walking it we balance between the opposites facing us.
Tony