Sue - sorry to hear about the rat nightmare. You could try a Tarot reading on who those rats are.
And Kilts-Knave - ask the Tarot about who the "uncle" in your dream was.
Now just because I can give this helpful advice doesn't mean I necessarily follow it myself
. After some prompting from my creativity mentor I remembered to do some readings on that dream, "Returning from the Heartland".
But first of all I must note that I realized after I had wrote that first analysis, that the deer I killed wasn't really a white doe. I tested this by watching Dvorak's
Rusalka, which is where I absorbed the doe metaphor. The Hunter-Prince shoots his arrow at the wild white doe, and the opera lyrics identify this image with Rusalka herself, the water nymph that I (and CG Jung) identify with the
anima or Beloved (and that I, more personally, relate to Sophie, and that Sophie projects as herself also). But the feeling of the dream was quite different, not referring to the relationship with Sophie but to the one with Eirian.
The dictionary suggests that "hart" specifically refers to a
male deer, and the dream imagery was actually of a rich reddish brown deer who may or may not have had antlers. So, using the
Victoria Regina for all these questions, I asked, "What was the Hart?" The King of Cups Rx - definitely masculine love, but a distortion that is sentimental or maudlin (as Jung is reported to have said, "Sentimentality is a superstructure covering brutality").
"Why was the Hart killed?" Seven of Cups Rx - the shattering of illusion, breaking through the fog. The quest to the Heartland was not only in search of Eirian's heart, but to purify the masculine heart, putting its unlove to death, then consuming the heart so that in its regeneration it becomes "treasure". This is more evidence of Scorpio energy at work.
"Why was I walking on air?" - The Lovers - yes, lovers are often found "walking on air". "What are the cultivated fields?" The Sun Rx - the solar energy of the ego is overbearing, to the point of ego inflation. This relates to the dream two days later, which I will describe shortly...
PS. Actually I won't be describing it shortly, because the dream log is at home, and I won't be home for about nine days - whoops!