The more aware we are of our shadows and complexities, the more willing we are to explore our unconscious and its symbolic messaging.

If we are to become whole and integrated, we must accept our humanness, our light, and our dark. But in doing so, we risk losing our intuition - our inner compass. We have a tendency to compartmentalize, to repress what we feel doesnвЂ™t serve. ItвЂ™s a form of communication between different aspects of the psyche. But the beauty of dream interpretation is that itвЂ™s very much dependent upon the dreamer. I started to take inventory of my thoughts, actions, and reactions. She had been listening.ДЇrom that moment on, my relationship to myself shifted. She had been paying attention in a way I had not. She understood it because she understood me. The therapist I mentioned earlier did not interpret my dream so astutely because of her symbolic understanding, though I am sure that played into it. We can Google what a house represents (our identity) or a body of water (our emotions), but the true revelation is in what it means to us, how we felt during the dream, and what our experience was upon waking from it. Or at least a desire for self-investigation. The truth is, understanding our own dreams requires a certain level of self-awareness. But to anyone with a more mystical, multidimensional perspective of human consciousness, dreams are a well of information.Д«ut what kind of information? What can we really learn from our dreams? What can we glean? Some people have a clinical view of dreams, perceiving dreams as a form of processing, a jumbled amalgam of the dayвЂ™s or weekвЂ™s events. They reveal what weвЂ™re often unwilling to see or admit. Dreams speak to our deeper impressions and inner knowing. In our waking life, weвЂ™re prone to overanalysis, dilemma, and overthinking. вЂњThe interpretation of dreams is the royal road to the unconscious,вЂќ Sigmund Freud famously wrote. I hadnвЂ™t yet noticed my inner rage (or more accurately, I hadnвЂ™t wanted to), but it was there all along - I just wasnвЂ™t willing to see it. I had a great deal of repressed anger, wedded to my then undeveloped sexual yearnings. It involved a yoga class, a professor I had revered, and a mass shooting. A self-avoidant coping mechanism of sorts. My own inner workings were of lesser interest. Analyzing others was my survival strategy. I was, at the time, focused on everyone else but myself.

I remember bringing the dream to my then psychologist. I knew it had weight and that it revealed something more than my consciousness could compute. In my early 20вЂ™s I had a vivid dream that shook me to the core.

Subliminal meaning