Getting into the Groove of Dream Work

Guest posts, Random Musings

The following article has been contributed by the bright intuitive coach, Sonya Tomas. Read, and feel, on.

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Cascading through a minimalist white house. Faceless creatures are clamouring over one another, reaching out for their vampire feast — me. I’m panicking and dodging their intention through cloud-coloured empty rooms. Every move feeling like a dead end. Spotting some exposed beams, I matrix my butt on top of one and feel safer, but doubtful as to how long I’ve got. Having watched the film The Faculty during a thirty-something going on thirteen gab fest with friends the night before, my REM sleep went to town that night on the horror genre. Substituting vampires for (spoiler alert) aliens the tone of my dream echoed the need to escape threatening humanly-challenged thingies.

Dreams are a treasure box of info giving us front row seats to our desires, fears, the repressed and overlooked bits of ourselves, and the unresolved situations that we are ignoring or in the midst of processing. Our dreams become a creative expression influenced by events, our inner knowing, guidance from our higher-self, and our ego. To paraphrase Carl Jung, dreams are a cocktail mix of our external and internal world.  My friends saw the same film I did, but I was the only one who dreamt of vampires that night.  Since we create the script, characters, props, and backdrop of our dreams, Fritz Perls, goes on to point out that dreams are projections based on our predispositions, feelings, experiences, and biases. So, every aspect of the dream is a reflection of a part of ourselves. Dream interpretation can be part of the process towards integrating the fragmented parts and be a motivator for action.

When interpreting dreams it can be easy to resist some aspects. When I took on the perspective of the vampire, I felt a void and loneliness, not malicious intent. This rang true to how I’ve felt in my waking life and its part of my own healing work. It’s precisely the spots that we want to avoid that provide the richest insights. I love interpreting my dreams because it connects me to me. I’ve also appreciated the support of using dream work as part of therapy.  Here are a couple of techniques for getting into the groove of dream interpretation:

  1. Remembering our dreams is the first step! Set the intention before going to bed to remember your dream. You can even ask the Universe to dream for your highest good and to remember your dreams in the morning.
  2. Dreams can fade fast, so keep a dream journal or your phone by your bedside to record as much as you can upon waking. Don’t worry about it making sense, just get it down.
  3. Retell the dream in the present moment. This helps to relive and connect with the feelings of the dream.
  4. Relive the dream from the perspective of the different props, cast and landscape. Consider the emotions and motivations of each character and object. We can discover what we haven’t totally owned in our waking hours from these different points of view.
  5. Your body can be part of dream interpretation too. Make a posture that exemplifies the overall tone of the dream.  Notice where in your body you’re relaxed or tense and what feelings come up.

Be kind with yourself. Dream work is insightful and eye-opening. Know its okay to seek out extra support for your dream work and what it brings to light.  Dreams edge us towards owning our truth. Blessings on your next REM cycle!

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Sonya Tomas is an intuitive coach who enjoys helping others find the beat of their drum. She loves starting the mornings off with a dance party while looking for her hairbrush, followed by tea and a dose of news. An eternal student at heart, she’s embracing the art of progress not perfection. Having overcome her social media shyness, she’s now wondering what the fuss was all about!

Connect with her on her Facebook page or on Twitter @tomas_sonya.



A Review of J. Kaihua’s “The Mind of the Living”

Book Reviews

I just love coincidences.

In light of recent events, I’ve recently begun to re-read Eckhart Tolle’s masterpiece “A New Earth”. I tend to bring it back into my literary fold from time to time. It’s reminder of the importance of being Present every single moment which never fails to shake me from my current internal monologue and re-assessments of life.

Funnily enough, the next book in my queue was The Mind of the Living by J. Kaihua, a short story that, like Tolle, speaks about the tendency we humans have to get embroiled in the insanity of daily living and to forget about the more important things in life. Kaihua’s story is beautifully illustrated from nearly 200 year old photos taken from The British Library, providing the simplicity of the story with powerful imagery and provocation of the collective imagination.

Mind of the Living

A Discourse on The Neverending Story

Movie Reviews, Random Musings

Upon my sofa the other night I found myself mindlessly perusing the myriad of movies available for instant viewing. Choosing to ignore my ever-growing Netflix queue, I opted to watch The Neverending Story for the umpteenth time.

I had not seen the film in a good many years, and especially not since being a child/young teen. I was disheartened to see that I had forgotten several meaningful and profound sequences, but while thinking about my selective amnesia, I rationalized that perhaps I had forgotten them because as a child I wasn’t capable of actually perceiving them.

It was these newly discovered segments of the film that made re-watching it a completely new experience. While yes, the story does indeed take place in a fictitious, story-book type world replete with colorful characters not entirely out of place in any Pixar movie, with plot elements representative of the human psyche on various levels. It’s a film about hope and the epic journey of redemption, but it’s also much more than that. Sitting on my couch, I was surprised to see Bastian, the boy who is reading the magical library book that post-modernly tells the story that the film is visually illustrating is merely a stand-in for the modern person. He is always being reminded to ‘keep his two feet on the ground’ by society, school, and by his own father. But it is these constant reminders by patriarchal societal figures to stay grounded that nudges the adult viewer to understand that it is when we begin to take things less seriously and to be aware of the magic of life then we can begin to truly soar.

The Neverending Story

A Heroic Voice: A Review of Dana L. Goodman’s ‘In the Cleft Joy Comes in the Mourning’

Book Reviews

The great power of story telling is comprised of a symphony of words and of sentences, of tone and of finesse, of emotion and of truth. Sometimes the stories that we tell are inspired by true-life events, and at other times, mere representations of overactive imaginations. In the case of Dana L. Goodman’s riveting ‘In the Cleft Joy Comes in the Mourning’, the story is not only a true one, but it’s also one that takes a journey of one woman and transforms it into a lesson in compassion and personal triumph.

‘In The Cleft…’ is a harrowing memoir that chronicles the author’s own personal journey in reclaiming life after the loss of her husband, young son, and mother-in-law to cancer. Goodman takes the reader and tells them point blank about the seemingly insurmountable obstacles that one must attempt to overcome when the dreaded C-word enters their life and refuses to leave.

Highlighting the daily struggles of caring for a sick child so soon after having lost a husband to the dreadful disease, Goodman is careful not to become a victimized narrator. She details plainly the rollercoaster of emotions that accompany her situations, inspiring the reader to reflect on the human condition and strength that rears itself in times of such turmoil.

I recently lost my sister to cancer, and because of my recent loss, I was affected greatly by Goodman’s story. She reminded me that the wounds that lay deep in my heart will heal through faith and propensity to love. I found in The Cleft to be not only a veritable joy to read, but therapeutic and kind. It’s pacing and tone pulls the reader in from the very first word, and by the book’s end, the reader truly feels like they know Goodman personally. This is a story that inspires and beats with the thousands of hearts of those who lost their fight with the awful disease, and I feel like a stronger person for having read it.