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Example 14 – Spiders

Here is fascinating dream about spiders, and its exploration:

I found your email on the internet for dream interpretation. If this is not correct, I am sorry to be bothering you.

I have had the same dream as I fall asleep for several years. I have it nearly every night just once, sometimes, rarely, twice as I fall asleep.

I dream that I find a dried piece of skin or scab somewhere on my body, usually my foot or my hand, tho it has varied over the years. I begin to pick at the skin/scab and scratch it until it comes off. When it comes off it unleashes a flood of seed spiders that engulf me. Another variation is I find some odd black hairs growing out of my body and when I examine them more closely they are regular sized spiders crawling out of me and they begin to engulf me.

Any thoughts on this would be appreciated. Again, if this is not correct, I am very sorry for the disruption of your time. Best C

Here is a interpretation:

Dear C –   What I see with your dream of spiders is that there is a possibility of an underlying fear, so that when you begin to sink just below waking, just under the surface of your mind, this feelings of being overwhelmed arises. If it were a big thing that emerged it would be easier to deal with. But thousands of little things are difficult to handle because you kill some but there are so many left to get at you. A big thing you could hit with a cricket bat or kill it in some way, but the small things are more difficult. They are a sort of ultimate enemy. You need to find an image that enables you to deal with those feelings. An image that might be helpful is that of jumping into a very hot shower, one you can just about cope with. The water is pouring down and is going to burn up the little bugs. Another image might be that you walk quickly through flames that you are big enough to pass through with perhaps only your hairs being burnt, but the little spiders are going to get burnt up.

Were you at some time frightened of sickness? A sickness that could engulf you and you would be powerless against? If not that, then perhaps an image of something, or an idea of something that has stayed with you just under the surface of your mind. Tony

Dear Tony: Thank you….THANK YOU for getting back to me with the dream information. I am fairly well educated about things but could not come up with anything for myself. I think I may have been too close to it.

You mentioned several things that seem to “hit the nail on the head” and I will explore those. The most important thing you mentioned was that of being “powerless against” illness. I do have a life long disease that is manageable but could be fatal. I think this is where I am going to start as that is what seemed to really set off bells.

I really do thank you for this. It has not been interfered with my sleep and the dream only occurs as I fall asleep….once asleep, I am fine.

I thank you so much and I am sure that my partner thanks you as well……

Thank you…thank you….thank you…. With gratitude, C

Here is another example from a mature woman:

This dream started on my wedding night, over twelve years ago. I awoke with a cry and jumped out of bed, convinced there was a spider in the bed. The dream has repeated itself countless times over the years, much to my husband’s impatience and amusement. Now, however, the dream is alarmingly realistic. I put on the bedside lamp, wake my husband, and tell him I am not dreaming and I have just watched a spider emerge from my shower room and walk up the side of the bed onto the quilt. Naturally there is never a spider to be seen. Sometimes the spiders are green or pink, and often my husband wakes to find me out of bed hunting for them. My own theory is that spiders are something to do with my mother. She is a strong character, and my only real act of defiance was in marrying young to a man who she disliked. If both families had not fought so hard, the relationship would probably have petered out.

Example 13 – Dreams of Hell

I had a weird dream last night. I dreamt that someone I know (an old family friend of my parents) had purchased a new house, which was not yet furnished. But the house is apparently possessed by the Devil. I do not remember if the house was already possessed, or the possession occurred post the purchase of the house. In the day time some other people and me (who I know but cannot seem to recall) have been called into the house to analyze the situation. The house is well lit and the setting is daytime. Each time I speak the word Devil or Satan, the lights of the house switch off automatically on their own. Someone else says the words and the same flickering of the lights happen. The discussion happening in the dream is that the Devil can hear us and “he” doesn’t like being talked about or plans made to get rid of it. (he)

Well, I decide in consultation with the people and in my thoughts in the dream to perform an exorcism on the house. I chant some prayers for the house to be cleansed. (These are Hindu prayers, and parts of Psalm 99 from the Bible). Then the details get hazy and I can’t remember. The dream becomes lucid again and I find myself standing with some friends in front of a life-size rectangular mirror which has been kept against the wall, facing us upright on the floor.

The friends pose in front of the mirror just for fun and they tell me to join them. When I stand in front of the mirror, I cast no reflection on it. But my friends do. So I hear myself say that “The devil is doing this to the mirror cos I am fighting to get rid of him.” After that small holes start appearing on the walls all over the house, much like the holes made by the tee of the golf balls. The dream ends then. I woke up and it was 5.30 am.

Throughout the dream, I was not afraid even one bit of trying to challenge the devil or in my entire thought process. Rather my attitude was somewhat cocky or neutral. In my mind it was like ” yeah yeah, let’s see what all you can do”. This is not how I am in real life. I deeply believe in God and the Higher Powers, and there is a certain respect for all forces which lie beyond our general comprehension. This is also includes those which lie outside the parlance of science and maybe are also negative. But this does not imply that I respect Satan. It also does not imply that I would like to abuse or criticize any force or power that is contrary to what I believe in.

 

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The Devil attacked a woman. He was invisible. The woman turned black as he raped her. She didn’t die. At this point I woke and went to the toilet. On returning to bed I continued the dream, particularly wondering what I was in conflict with in the image of the Devil. I found it disturbing and frightening to be confronted by such a powerful opponent. Partly because of the rape, I realised it was repressed sexuality. I then approached the ‘black’ woman with tenderness and this transformed the Devil into available sexual or emotional energy. I tried this again and again. Each time it worked, and I could observe the Devil was my sexual warmth and love that had become negative through restraint.’ Neil V

 

 

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Little red devils entered this boy’s dream:

“I saw many little red devils who began to press me deep into the ground. Deep in the earth I met the king of the devils. He frightened me and in seeking to escape I noticed an elevator on the right.”

That dream left such an impression on the boy that he carried the memory of it into his adult life. Although the dream may have been stimulated by an adult’s careless remark about “the devil in you” or “the devil will get you,” it still was meaningful; for dreams, said Cayce, may be interpreted on more than one level. In the dream, the earth is the boy’s own body, or his own unconscious. This is where he will meet both the king of the devils and his assistants. The boy’s being pressed deeper into the earth by the devils in order to meet the king of the devils symbolizes the pressures and temptations of life that force us to meet ourselves in order to develop latent abilities. The elevator to the right indicates that there is always a way of escape from temptations or devils—and that is the right way; for the only devil we have to fear is ourselves.

Charlene Gowrie’s Dream Journal

Within me was the belief that nothing good could ever happen to me, that success in life was not for me and so my positive dreams I discredited. I decided to ignore my dreams. I felt that by trusting them, I was using them as an escape. I wanted a better life and I was committed to doing all within my power to improving myself and discarding the things I felt could not help me in my quest – and this meant letting go of dreams.

But somehow, I could not completely abandon the notion they meant something. In my more faithful moments, I knew that because of the mere fact of the dream, that they existed, proved that they had meaning. And I had my own personal experience with dreams – for as long as I could remember I had always dreamt the results of my examinations. Not the actual grades, but whether I had passed the exam or not. Strangely, they had also predicted the outcome of certain situations, like interviews and job situations. I found myself looking to my dreams to guide me. I looked to the dreams to help prepare me for the day, the future. And that’s why the anxiety causing dreams scared the hell out of me.

So I Would Not Let Go of My Dreams

So despite the doubt and uncertainty, there was a part of me that would not let go. Not the rational, logical, defensive, fearful part, but that part of me that believed and held on tenaciously to the possibility that dreams had to mean something. That part of me that believed in miracles, believed in goodness, believed in possibility and hoped; the part of me that felt that life was more than a pay-cheque; a little voice inside of me that said there had to be more.

Very occasionally, I would, because of a dream, visit a certain bookstore in which resided a particular Dream Dictionary. There, I would look up the symbols and would somewhat guiltily enjoy processing the dream. I rationalized that by not buying the dictionary, I was not taking the dreams seriously. After all, they were just dreams and it was ridiculous to give them any credence.

And this was my plight for a very long time – torn between trust and doubt, both co-existing at the same time, sometimes one stronger that the other, but both always alive.

Then Came the Spider Dreams

Then the spider dreams started, the dreams were not about the spider but for some reason they would appear in the dreams, just there, not threatening, just there. Well, doubt or not, I felt this had to be explored. Something about the spider dreams and what the dictionary said about spiders caught my attention. Maybe it was the depth of the explanation, that dreaming a spider did not just mean “money” as I had been told. Maybe because I felt the author was taking dreaming seriously and it was not like one of those other dream dictionaries that just gave a meaning without any analysis or offering any link between the dreamer and the dream.

The spider dreams had to do with not wanting to confront or handle difficult feelings. At this time I was actually dealing with the end of a relationship that I had invested very heavily in, and I did not want to see it end. One thing that I had always known about dreams (although I did not believe in them!) was that once you understood the message of the dream, the dreams would cease. As soon as I linked the spider dreams to my feelings about the possible end of that relationship, the dreams stopped occurring.

One Dream Ends – Another Begins

Then began the car dreams. Almost every night, I would dream my car was either lost or stolen. In the dreams, I would first panic, but reason would save me. Either I had forgotten where I had parked, or the car would be found in a different street, sometimes the police or members of my family would help me. Again I turned to the Dream Dictionary – and this time I bought it!

The dictionary was a gift from God. It helped me through one of the most difficult times in my life. I think what appealed to me the most was that it was myself helping myself. There was something mystical and comforting in that. And who knew better than me exactly what I was going through. I did not have to explain anything, all the information was there – and the support and guidance came from within me.

This meant a great deal to me – because though a natural skeptic, I knew that I could trust myself. It was not a drug, it was not a distraction – through the dream I was able to understand and manage what was happening to me.

It showed me that I was not alone in the Universe. That there was something out there that knew, that understood, that guided, perhaps even cared – there was a plan, even if I did not know what it was.

Moving Beyond the Small Me

Then I had the mandala dream. When I read in the dictionary what this symbolized, I was so impressed with myself. I had always wanted to hope and this gave me such hope for myself, for the future. It was fascinating to me that I had dreamt something that I had no knowledge of, to find it existed, to find it had meaning.

So slowly, my doubts gave way to faith. Slowly, I stopped wondering and began to see, to believe. Slowly, in my own time and at my own pace, things began to unfold. I began to give up the very little, nagging doubts, the inconsistencies, the nuances, and the questions. Slowly, I let go.

And then the ultimate test – what about the dream, the dream that I had placed so much faith in that had not materialized at all. I remembered it very clearly, although it was about nine years old. This had been the one red flag that I had never been able to stand down.

And do you know – on processing the dream I discovered that, exactly how things had played themselves out, had actually been said in the dream.

And so now I know – and that has made all the difference.