Little Skull Arts by Stephanie Siwek

Dream Diary


I consider dreams to be a fundamental source of wisdom which if tapped into on a regular basis can provide answers to issues that may be troubling us.

I was taught from a young age to keep a dream diary and research the symbols seen in my dreams at night. My mother taught me as a little girl to draw the spiders from my nightmares with moustaches and top hats to take away their power and banish the fear I had of them.

I was told that we all have the ability to awaken in the dream to experience lucid dreaming and I managed to do so for the first time when I was eleven years old. As my interest in dream interpretation blossomed so did the quality of my dreams to the point that going to sleep at night became a routine adventure into the dream world.

I do experience a great deal of what some may consider 'nightmares' but I find them fascinating too. From lucid dreaming to sleep-paralysis-induced hallucinations and the ability to share dreams with close friends, I am never really guaranteed a good night's sleep but can always expect a wealth of inspiration for my art and poetry!


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The Burning House

The Dream:
I had a dream that I was in a burning house on the bottom floor. I knew that the fire was at the top, towards the attic but I was desperate to go up there and salvage some belongings of mine. I had a baby in my arms and gave it to someone else then climbed up ladders to get higher and higher up inside the house. I knew it was dangerous. People were holding my ankles saying 'don't got there' and I wriggled free from them by grasping onto the next level of the house and shaking them off. I said 'Push my legs up to help me up, don't pull me back, I need my stuff!' And I went higher and higher towards the attic. I then saw a guy my age who said, 'Please don't go up there, even on this level my feet are warm below me indicating there is even fire below this level now!' But I still went higher. I got to the attic and there was fire everywhere. I saw that none of the belongings were mine apart from two canaries in a cage. I opened the window to free them as I reasoned they would prefer to salvage an existence outside in the cold than let the fire consume them. I tried to save the rest of the belongings even though they weren't mine and were turning into rubbish in my hands.

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This dream is very interesting as it takes place in a house. Now in dreams a house is very often ourselves. The basement (if it has one) is our hidden desires and the attic is our mind and higher centres.

A burning house is also a strong symbol. What could be more terrible than to see your house, your home in flames?
A burning house is security taken away…sense of self being destroyed?? Many different permutations.

The baby is another potent dream symbol. Ask yourself what babies mean to you? Some dream therapists go by the philosophy that every aspect of a dream is actually a part of them selves. I am very open to that also although it is not how I work.

The baby is an Archetypal figure…in other words it is a symbol that inhabits the collective unconscious of mankind which we all tap into in dreams, visions, art and creative pursuits.

It usually stands for helplessness but also potential as a baby will grow to be an adult so the baby is a kernel of budding potential.

The dreamer is holding the baby protecting it but she knows to access the higher floors is dangerous to it so she gave it to somebody else.

Why might you give away your potential?

The dreamer is determined to keep climbing refusing to be held back by those trying to save her grasping at her ankles.

In dream interpretation the therapist breaks these things down as I am doing and constantly questions the dreamer as to how it felt? What were her emotions as this was happening? All these things are important parts of the whole jigsaw and relevant only to the dreamer herself.

You see although one can read and “feel” the interpretation, it was given to the dreamer only and so the proper interpretation has to take into account what is happening in her life at this moment or be aware of her secrets and unexpressed wishes.

I have seen many people quite happily tell a very innocent sounding dream to the class only to find as the dream is unwrapped, that it is exposing really personal aspects that the dreamer would never have wanted to expose.

This is the wonderful thing about dreams….they tell it “like it is” not like we want it to appear to others.

And I wriggled free from them by grasping onto the next level of the house and shaking them off. I said 'Push my legs up to help me up, don't pull me back, I need my stuff!'

In this we see the dreamer asking for support in her endeavours, not hindrances by those who either feel she is in danger or have a hidden agenda to prevent her from “scaling the heights”

So the next question would be to ask the dreamer what is going on in her life at this moment in time. Does she feel that she is not getting the support she needs from others? In fact does she feel others do not understand her desire to “rescue her stuff?”

What is her stuff? What in life does she want to keep safe that she feels may be taken from her?

I then saw a guy my age who said, 'Please don't go up there, even on this level my feet are warm below me indicating there is even fire below this level now!' But I still went higher

Now she comes across a guy her own age…

I feel that this is someone who she knows is “on her level” metaphorically in the dream he is ..Being on the same level of the building…and dreams very often use metaphors and puns.

His warning has more credence to it being without guile but still she goes on.

She is aware that the fire has descended below her so there is no point in abandoning her climb………….This person comes over to me as a caring person maybe a love interest in waking life. Someone who has her best interests at heart.

. I got to the attic and there was fire everywhere. I saw that none of the belongings were mine apart from two canaries in a cage. I opened the window to free them as I reasoned they would prefer to salvage an existence outside in the cold than let the fire consume them

Having reached the attic which is consumed by fire ….

What does fire mean to you? It can be terrifying or comforting on a cold winter’s night. It is an element that serves us well if under control but is devastation to all if not.

It is also cleansing and purifying in its holy sense. All these things need to be considered.

The attic could be the mind of the dreamer. It could stand for her higher aspirations and dreams. If it is burning ferociously? What does that tell her?

Then she realises that after all this none of the belongings were hers…apart from the two canaries. Now, knowing the dreamer as I actually do…I realise the significance of the two canaries that I would not have normally.

They were her pets as a child. In this setting they seem to stand for the precious things of childhood she wants to protect…keep safe….and so she opens the window and lets them fly free. I know she holds the things of childhood scared in this world so that makes perfect sense.

. I tried to save the rest of the belongings even though they weren't mine and were turning into rubbish in my hands.

This is sad. Having taken all that effort and risk to climb against all that was standing in her way she feels she should rescue the things even although they do not belong to her. They turn to rubbish in her hands. This reminds me of what happened with some of the finer articles of treasure when they opened King Tutankhamen’s tomb in Egypt. The things disintegrated in the wind. Too long in the dark and airless confines of the tomb had rendered then unable to stand the sudden exposure to the harsher light of day.

 

What could not stand exposure in the dreamer’s world? How did she feel when this happened? How did she feel on waking from this dream?

All these things need to be taken into consideration along with what is going on in the life of the dreamer when the dream was given

It is for this reason we should keep dream journals. I t will be a source of amazement and wonder as you can see the relevance and guidance that is given to you from that strange and fascinating realm of existence.

I am not going to give the interpretation here as the dreamer has to look at all the evidence and see what it is saying to her. However, it is a dream of striving against almost insurmountable problems to salvage something very important to her. I feel this dream is very much about the mind of the dreamer rather than the external circumstances, The canaries were the pivotal symbol for me. An innocence lost amid a burning house. I feel a lot of loss in this dream and the awareness of that. In fact to her horror she finds little worth salvaging apart from happy memories of childhood. It speaks of determination of spirit and driving ambition, headstrong nerve but gentle sensitivity too.

A poignant dream encapsulating a story of triumph over hurdles coupled with deep feelings of loss.

 

Attic of an old Friend

The Dream:
I was in a house that was infested with zombies. As I ran or fought them I saw other familiar faces doing the same, old friends, some flatmates as well fighting the zombies. I saw an overhead attic door and pulled myself into it to escape the commotion. Suddenly I realised I was in the attic of a former friend of mine. I had never seen this attic before, but I was able to recognise it was my former friend's by their belongings that were stacked everywhere. I knew this friend would be angry if they saw me here in their attic, but another part of me reasoned that we had to talk. I was crawling soldier-style over books, CDs, junk, all of this person's belongings. The attic was long, dark and cluttered. Suddenly I saw the friend from the past. This person said a surprised 'Hello' then 'What are you doing here?' It was then that my dream became faintly lucid. I realised I was dreaming. I knew at this point that I didn't have much time before I woke up, so I tried to talk to my old friend. Suddenly, two mutual friends of ours appeared at either side of my old friend. 'Oh you've brought in reinforcements' I thought sadly. I felt this friend was using spiritual dream defences to protect themselves from me. Well I was in this person's attic after all. I knew this wouldn't be easy as this person is powerful emotionally and was well equipped with spiritual defences if I posed any kind of threat. I wanted to talk to this friend but the three of them started to walk away. I had come here for refuge, but knew I didn't belong here and would have to just face the zombies out of the attic and leave my former friend in peace.

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The Slayer

The Dream:
This is one of the most frightening dreams I have ever had. I was literally paralysed by fear upon awakening. It inspired my poem 'He Sang as he Slayed' and is one I will never forget and continues to give me shivers... I was running with a group of other people who in desperation were trying to flee from an evil force. I didn't know who or what we were running from but there was an air of intense panic and chaos. People were literally falling over each other in the attempt to get as far away from this threat as possible. We ran into a tunnel which led us into an underground sewer. I remember frantically searching for a potential hiding place. The stalker was so close to us now that we had no choice but to decide whether to continue running and be seen and perhaps caught, or to hide the best we could and hope the stalker passed us by. I watched as some people got into the sewage water to hide, with plastic bags concealing their heads in the hope that the stalker would think it was just a plastic bag on the water. I saw that on the side ledges of the sewer others were trying to hide under clothes that were lying around. I did the same, but realised as I pulled cloth over myself I was pulling the other side off somebody else who was hiding. We were in a hopeless situation. then there was silence as we waited, terrified. Suddenly I heard a faint singing voice and noticed a shadow dancing over the wall. I knew that He (whoever 'He' was) was just around the bend. From under the cloth I saw a tall lean man wearing an ankle-length coat standing up in a canoe, using a stick to push himself through the sewage towards us. He had an umbrella over one shoulder. He laughed as he saw our pathetic attempts at hiding. Still singing, he danced along the ledges knifing the clothes. People were screaming as he knifed them through the rags they were hiding under. He got closer and closer to me, and in doing so I stayed deadly still but locked eyes with a girl who was also hiding. she looked at me sympathetically as the murderer approached me. I closed my eyes hoping that if I didn't see him, maybe he wouldn't see me.

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