My sister had a dream that featured me in the leading role. I like this class of dream. It affords me the opportunity to see how others see me.
Dad was driving, Paul in the front passenger seat and me and my son in the back. There was this black snake in the car, he was sitting there the whole time on the console in between dad and Paul in the front, I thought he was dead or maybe sleeping so no one paid any attention to him. Then all of a sudden he moved and slithered down in front under Paul’s feet. Paul wasn’t scared. He picked up the snake behind its head and held it up. We were saying throw him out the window but then dad saw a good bushy spot with a large rock and trees on the other side of a big open rocky field. So he turned the car around and pulled over so we could let him go there. Paul was still holding the snake with the two fingers of his left hand, then he gave the snake a kiss to say goodbye and I was trying to get a photo on my phone of him kissing the snake, then I thought maybe a video would be better. And then I woke up.
Like brother like sister (October 2017). She doesn’t read my blog. So don’t blame me. I’m not the causal seed. Her car-passenger dream contained elements that were similar in terms of symbolic language to two dreams I had recently published (February 2023). We have our dad in the drivers seat oblivious to the needs of the unconscious until the protagonist (me) takes control. We also have the black snake-black man tritagonist. Dangerous and unknown this blackness, which springs from the depths of the unconscious, represents a threat to the egoic construct.
From this biased framework we jointly considered the dream. It seems we are both working on the same unconscious problem. That being dad. We are captives of his will to work and because of that we have no control. This situation is holding us back. I’m taking on the bulk of the burden. My sister senses though that perhaps more of that load is coming her way. The black snake embodies this unconscious knowing. Death. An ending. The status quo is coming to its natural end. I picked that black snake up with my left thumb and index finger and kissed it. The snake, the marker of the sacred space in which psychical work is carried out, was for me a loving trifle (December 2021). See I’ve done the work. The left hand side in dreams represents the unconscious. Through my dreamwork I’ve tamed the unknowable. My sister said I’m ready to embrace the coming change. She said she isn’t. Because I say she hasn’t done the work. Like the 99% for whom the unconscious is unknown and therefore something to be feared. Then on the weekend I visited my sister. I was driving dad’s Japanese retro taxi, my sister was seated in the passenger seat and her son was seated out the back. I was driving down a hill when all of a sudden my sister not shouted out STOP. A big black snake was crossing the road. I was thundering head on towards it. I didn’t see the snake. We got out of the car and looked for the snake. It was gone. The snake had slithered back into the bushes from whence it came. There were lots of trees and rocks.
My sister’s best friend wondered if this dream of hers was a premonition. Perhaps. Did her awareness of the snake keep her on guard for potential hazards? Maybe. There is no way of knowing what may or may not have happened had my sister not shouted out STOP.
It does make for a nice synchronicity though …
My sister then made psychobabble noise about transformation theory. That raised my ire. I pushed back …
“There is no transformation. There is nothing to transform into. Ask Popeye the sailor man. I yam what I yam what I yam what I yam. You are complete flaws and all. You are you. Only unlike Popeye you have become estranged from your true self. For that I blame civilisation. It’s one hell of a big hammer. And to it you’re a tiny little nail. Civilisation is forcing you to conform to a model that the enate needs of your psyche resist. In the dream your son is the embodiment of those enate needs. You are a mother. As such you have obligations. You don’t have choices. Choices, especially for women, are an illusion. What you lack is a strong masculine figure to protect you. Women need that. The animus is too powerful. It overwhelms them (December 2022). And for good reason. Civilisation keeps men at bay. Without it men go hungry. And contrary to what the modern mythmakers say women don’t stand a chance against a hungry man. That black snake, a textbook Freudian phallic symbol, represents that danger. Dad means well. But he’s old. And I won’t be around to protect you forever. Freud would have something to say about the father-brother dynamic too but let’s not go there.”
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qhxDQ1g964U)
Her dream is yet another call to face the unconscious (June 2022). The appearance of the black snake in the waking world reinforces this claim. As within so without. In order for something to become a conscious reality it must first become an unconscious reality (November 2016). The appearance of the snake is confirming the validity of the unconscious to her. She should pay attention to the unconscious. She should listen to what it has to say.
She doesn’t need me to do that.