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Dreams Their Analysis
Dreams Their Analysis Dreams Their Analysis The assignment is to recall a dream and analyze it from one or two theoretical perspectives we've learned thus far in dream analysis. Dreams have been a vehicle to express emotions, thoughts and feelings. Sometimes they pose questions which have been rooted in our conscious. Dreams are personalized works which we have consciously directed and created in our minds and no one interpretation is right or wrong. Weeks later upon receiving this assignment I had an incredible dream of my mother of which I will never forget. It was a beautiful sunny day, not one cloud to blemish the sky. I remember this particular afternoon being warm and bright. The scenery seemed to depict a post card perfect summer's day. My mother and I were walking in a park, a park I've never visited or seen. I felt as if anyone were to stare at us they could see the contentment and harmony radiating from myself. I was watching myself lay down on very soft green grass, but before I did I turned around to see if my mother was still near. I saw myself lay down under a tree. This tree was uniquely beautiful because of its thin twisting, almost fragile looking branches. The tree was unusual for it was bare, there were no leaves, nor was it green. The tree just stood by itself colored naked and bare for all to witness. The birds of summer seemed to favor this unique looking tree by gathering and sitting on its thin but strong branches. I laid under this tree looking up towards the birds feeling happy. I heard myself laughing and listening to these birds singing. Where after I walked towards a pond, a man made pond of gray marble brick. An immense wall lining a narrow stairwell was to its left. My mother was kneeling by the pond wading her hand just above the water, touching it very delicately. This was her pond and her pond had the most incredibly beautiful bright fish. They consisted of aqua blue, yellow and green colored fish with fins that seemed to be as fine as hair as it floated towheads my mother's hands. I watched myself watching her, feeling as if I was invading a private moment and in awe of the spectacle I was witnessing. We left the park and her pond and were on our way home. As we walked arm in arm the weather seemed to be getting darker and colder. The clouds rolling in seemed to be constricting and threatening to engulf us. We arrived an immense bridge which was hundreds of feet above a body of murky water. I felt threatened and didn't trust crossing this bridge and my mother instinctively new my fear and preceded to cross, reassuring me it was safe. I didn't cross the bridge but watched her take her steps alone. She reached the middle of the bridge and it collapsed. I ran towards the edge looking down at my mother as she was struggling to hold on and trying to get a better grip. She was calling out my name, begging me to help her, but I just stood there frozen in silence and feeling no emotion. I saw her fingers turn white as they lost their hold one by one, until she was holding on with just one hand. She turned her head to look at me one last time before she lost the grip in her other hand and fell. I remember hearing no noise of her body hitting the water, just empty silence, but the expression of her face is etched into my memory. Remembering this dream brings up emotions of guilt and was painful to envision. There are many theoretical perspectives one can use to analyze such dreams. Ultimately to find a potential explanation or interpretation of what dreams mean. I have looked closer into the works of Sigmund Freud to study what this all means and maybe find an appropriate analysis of my dream. Freud is one of the most popular theorists today and has developed many theoretical perspectives pertaining to personality. He organized three levels of mental life; the unconscious, preconscious and the conscious. Simply put the unconscious is the irretrievable stuff in our memory, the preconscious if the retrievable stuff and the consciou... This is ONLY a preview of the article. If you would like to view the entire document, you must subscribe to Academic Library. Please register below now!
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