BrightEye
I’m staying overnight in someone’s house. I think it’s a friend, but I can’t remember who and don’t recognize the house. I sleep alone in a room on a mattress on the floor. The door is slightly ajar, and sometime in the night the family dog, a boxer or something like that, comes in and starts to attack me. I’m frightened and can’t fend him off. I end up badly injured, especially on my arms, near my wrists.
I don’t know what happens then. It could be that I’m ‘allowed’ to relive the scene and take the necessary precautions. It could also just be the next scene in which the dog has temporarily left the room. In any case, I want to leave to protect myself from (further) attack. I hurriedly gather my clothes together. I think I can’t find my shoes and some other items of clothing. I’m thinking of taking my books. One of them is the Pilgrim’s Progress by Bunyan, which I read after studying C. G. Jung’s Man and his Symbols, where the spiral map of the pilgrim’s journey is read as a metaphor for the journey to the interior of the soul. But then I discard the book, either for a different one or none at all.
I’m reading Jung’s book on dreams at the moment and I’m very taken by the recent publication of The Red Book. The pilgrim’s journey is a version of ‘modern man in search of his soul’. Maybe I’m in search of that, too. But then why did I discard the book? I’m not sure what to make of the dog. I can’t think of anything in waking life that I find life threatening. any thoughts?
I don’t know what happens then. It could be that I’m ‘allowed’ to relive the scene and take the necessary precautions. It could also just be the next scene in which the dog has temporarily left the room. In any case, I want to leave to protect myself from (further) attack. I hurriedly gather my clothes together. I think I can’t find my shoes and some other items of clothing. I’m thinking of taking my books. One of them is the Pilgrim’s Progress by Bunyan, which I read after studying C. G. Jung’s Man and his Symbols, where the spiral map of the pilgrim’s journey is read as a metaphor for the journey to the interior of the soul. But then I discard the book, either for a different one or none at all.
I’m reading Jung’s book on dreams at the moment and I’m very taken by the recent publication of The Red Book. The pilgrim’s journey is a version of ‘modern man in search of his soul’. Maybe I’m in search of that, too. But then why did I discard the book? I’m not sure what to make of the dog. I can’t think of anything in waking life that I find life threatening. any thoughts?