Dreams – Guide to the Soul: Steven Fox

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Dreams are a subject I have been fascinated for a long time.  What do the dreams mean?  Do they carry a message?  Can we interpret dreams meaningfully?  Steven Fox presents forty dream archetypes and their meanings.  Following Jung school of thought, he strongly believes that dreams are the channel through which out subconscious expresses itself.  Fox even uses the dreams for psychotherapy.  It is a very interesting book and easy to follow – psychotherapy made simple really.  The description of the archetypes gets repeated through the book, so you tend to remember a few.  Fox’s analysis though, when done at the intra-psychic level, can get complex.  So, the man and woman appearing in your dreams are parts of you and their copulating means that your emotions and actions are integrating!

Read, if you are into dreams.

Of Moments, Memories, and Dreams

A bat of an eyelid,

A smile stealing on a lip,

A strand of hair being brushed aside,

A short look turned to a long gaze.

 

A word unheard,

A word barely heard,

A hand around a waist,

And looking up at a shining face.

 

A look of longing,

A look on separation,

A look of fulfillment,

A look of benevolence.

 

A kiss remembered,

A smile thought about,

And incidental touch,

A simple word exchanged,

A thought thought then,

Remembered now.

 

A gait remembered,

A place remembered,

An ambience too.

And aura of a person too.

 

A sunshine face,

A face drawn up,

A misty eye,

A tremble on a lip.

 

A moment of fear,

A moment of anticipation,

A moment of exhilaration,

When I first talked to you.

 

An agonizing wait for a fleeting look,

A fragrance of someone who passed,

A whisper exchanged in a cold moonlit night,

A face so cherished seen suddenly,

A voice so sweet heard suddenly.

 

A passionate kiss,

An electric embrace,

A ring of a phone and a honeyed hello,

A cold hand gently taken in warm one,

A hand running through one’s hair.

 

A mention made,

A sudden meet,

A sad eye,

A vacant look,

 

The rustle of dried leaves under a foot,

A glace exchanged in the approaching darkness,

The warmth of a body,

A breath felt,

A hand on the forehead,

A throttled sob.

 

A smile of amusement,

A proud profile,

And arm outstretched,

An ankle turned,

A ringed finger,

A bangled wrist,

A lovely foot,

A plaited braid,

A face witnessed in half sun half shade.

 

O moments, memories, dreams.

The treasure. The treasure. The treasure.

 

I Dream Of You

I Dream Of You

Oh, my dream!

I still dream of you

Of what it would have been like

To have you by my side eternally.

Not that I am unhappy in my present

But still, I do wonder

What it would have been

To have such exquisite beauty in my life

It didn’t happen

Wasn’t our destiny

We went our separate ways

And today – are as apart as two people can be

With our own separate joys, sorrows and dreams

And yet I still dream of you,

My unattainable beauty.

Sometimes in the night.

Sometimes in the day.