The Pink Flying Dream
by Nan Fischer

This is a very revealing dream I had a few years ago.  It is directly out of my journal, the way I wrote it down in the morning.  Below is part of the analysis and some advice on starting a dream journal.

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I was driving down a straight, level, tree-lined road in my blue truck. I passed a woman walking down the middle of the road. Lanky and walking sort of gimpy. She was a little quirky, eccentric, with a rejected, abandoned, homeless feel to her. She scared me a little. I drove past her.

I came to a row of townhouses on the right hand side of the road. I was looking for a new place to live for me and a bunch of my friends. The one I went into had blue carpet, and it was messy, like someone lived there. But it was dusty, like it hadn't been lived in for a while. Old dust. It needed cleaning. I don't know if I started cleaning or not, but I wanted to.

Suddenly, in came that woman! She just walked right in! It was her house! She hadn't been there in a while, just got back and was ready to clean. She had gone into town for something. I couldn't believe she owned a house! She startled and scared me, and I ran out and drove away as fast as I could.

I went back later, because that's where all my friends were. It was our house. We were all working together like a family to work, live, love. Very close feelings. No animosity. People were singing and kissing, living like community. This house was a very warm place, full of love. We all fit together. It was easy and full of love, very comfortable. The lady was there, and a little strange, odd, but not mean. She didn't fit in, though. Even though it was 'her' house, she was out of place.

Later in this dream, I went outside with a friend of mine. We walked over to the creek across the street. It and the street were lined with trees. Lots of trees. I stood in the shallow part of the water, and David and I were throwing a pink ball back and forth. I was watching the dream from the porch of the house, or near there. Everything was pink, like there was a pink cast on the scene. David had on a pink and blue plaid shirt, and I had on a pink linen dress that is one of my favorites. He threw me the ball once, and I flew to catch it. In the background was a blue car sitting in the creek.

Then David threw a pink bracelet of mine (made with rhodocrosite), and I said, 'Hey! Don't through that! Throw this!' It was Uranus.

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A dream about a house is always about the self. 

Each person in this dream is a part of me.  They are living in harmony, except for this quirky woman.  She represents a part of me that is 'crazy'.  She manages to get along, but is not quite integrated into the rest of the crowd.

The ball David and I were throwing back and forth symbolizes wholeness.  We were helping each other grow or become whole.  In 'real time', I was not sure what our relationship meant.  We were not lovers, nor true friends, but we'd been thrown together for some reason that became apparent with this dream.

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I have pages and pages written about this dream.  The rest of it is too personal to post here, but these two scenarios told me a lot about myself.

The most revealing dreams are just before you wake up.  When I realize I'm dreaming I wake up just a bit and go over it until I've memorized it.  Then I get up and write it down.  I've been doing this for so long, I can wait until after breakfast to write it down.  In the meantime, though, I replay it in my head to bring back details.

To get started, though, keep a notebook and pen by your bed.  When you are dreaming, wake up and write it down.  One friend of mine keeps a mini flashlight by her notebook so she can see what she's writing.

When you get up in the morning, rewrite it so it's legible.  This will also help you recall details.  It's not necessary to remember the entire dream.  It's better to know one scene inside and out than the entire dream just a little.  What you don't grasp this time will come back in another dream.

Get some books on dream analysis.  I resonate with Carl Jung, so I studied his work through Marie-Louise von Franz.  I also found a Jungian analyst, with whom I worked for a while to understand the dreams I was having during this turning point in my life.

Once you begin to look at your dreams, though, you will see that each dream, each person, each symbol is uniquely you.  

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Check out these books:

Dreams by Marie-Louise von Franz

The Way of the Dream
by Marie-Louise von Franz and Fraser Boa

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