Clearly my fantasies are not so fantastical, here I am looking at the sea, getting a bit of peace… except that it’s where I live – not in the sea, just near it – that’s the fantasy part.
Anyway, after reading about Jung (who, coincidentally, seems to be referenced in a lot of the fiction I have been reading recently) and being a bit stuck for inspiration, I decided to doodle some dream images. Talking about your dreams is a bit like discussing your aches and pains eg. more interesting to you than anyone else – I’ll try to bear this in mind.
Jung’s analysis involved working closely with patients to investigate and understand the meaning in the dream-images they created; I take this to mean that he didn’t get too Freudian about everything (‘You dreamed about snakes!? Mwahahaha…’) but rather discussed archetypes and possible connotations based on the patients own thoughts and experiences. The devil, as it were, is in the detail.
So, here’s a dreamscape in which I was telling off the owners of a tiger and a panther for walking the aforementioned big cats in my local park. I refused to be placated when they showed me their we’re-allowed-to-walk-big-cats-in-the-park licences.
There are shades of the Jungian archetype The Shadow in those big cats… The dark self on a leash? Crumbs. That’s worrying. However, Jung might have been more interested in the colour of the leash, or the breed of cat or even the ‘licence’ aspect of the dream, depending on the information I gave him. Since he’s not around to ask I’m going to conclude that my sub-conscious has deep-held concerns about wild carnivorous creatures hanging around in public places. Which are very sensible concerns to have.
And now for something completely different…and yet the same. In this dream I woke up fully dressed in a bathtub as an old friend brought me a cup of tea. There’s a rather nice little plant on the windowsill there too. Frankly I can’t make head nor tail of that one – not a clue. All I know is that I was really disappointed to wake up in actual real life without that cuppa.
I could go on with the dream illustrations and thrilling synopses but I’m going to leave that whole topic there for now. It seems wise. But I reckon there’s something cathartic about dream-doodling so I may not quit entirely…
For now though, I’ll leave you with a snarky doodle of PM David Cameron.
…and a finished version of another doodle.