wolven7 | Sympathetic magic dreams

I'm in a house and I'm talking to the children of the place, and the people who live there, and there's been some kind of apocalypse, and the people in the house represent the only 1,000 other people, in the world. There are 15 people, in the house. There is a bear, in the house, a cross between a grizzly and a black bear, and I have to hunt it down and kill it, before it kills the children, and their parents. I have a machette, and several swords, but the swords are all without handles and the machette is rusted. I have to annoy the bear, worrying and slashing at it, to draw it out into the Foyer, in order that I might stab it, directly between the shoulder blade and the clavicle, the neck and the shoulder. I finally get it, and I have to drive the machette in, as hard as i can. The bear goes down, and it smiles at me, as it dies.

There are Mongols in the house. I think that we might form an alliance, with them, against the invading Nazi forces, but the Nazis turn away, across the dunes, and the Mongols keep coming. I'll have to use more stealth and training, to kill them. One comes in, and, in killing him, I discourage the rest from even trying. comorbid and I have to go to a concert, and pick up mech_angel while we're there.

We're traveling to New York, to go to a Digital Underground concert, and the concert hall is important, somehow. There's some underlayer of movie theater. We're waiting outside, and one of the members comes up and starts talking to us, and he happens to be a member of Public Enemy, as well. comorbid and I are smoking cloves-- Sampoerna Classics, to be exact-- and standing around talking. We walk inside, and I start talking to people on AIM.

I click on spinallandscape's screen name, because i'm surprised to see her online. We are talking and I'm there, behind her, and she is wearing only her underpants. On her back I can see the tattooed mark of mech_angel's Name, and I realise that I have to change it, without changing either of them, in ways with which they aren't OK. spinallandscape is looking for some change, in her life, and I have to talk, and precise, talk and extend, talk and draw the lines that separate them, one from the other, but lead them both back to their root permutation. It is extremely difficult.

Transitions to other places, via bus and walking the road. Exit ramps mirror each other, and merge.

There is dust, in the air, and it is attaching itself, to my sinuses. I can't breathe, and I start trying to dislodge it all. I begin to choke on it. I wake up

I'm re-reading Jung, these days. Psychology and Religion. I would like to see more Jungian Psychology practiced, today. I really would. Assessing that there is a state of affairs, getting the person to understand that state of affairs, and either helping them remove it, or figuring out a way to integrate it, with the daily life. None of this "You're Broken, Let Me, Who Does Not Know You, Cure You." Psychiatric professionals, be they psychiatrists or psychologists, are too often told that they have the means to investigate and assess other people's problems. Which, in a way, they do. They are taught to listen, to learn, to analyse, and to suggest, but they're not better, except that they are better informed. Jung knew that, I think, and strove to give people the tools to understand themselves. I like that.

Collective Unconscious.

See you all later.