Dream is about the rage the permeated our house. In the dream, water pressure is the metaphor that is used for rage - the plumbing (rage) is ready to blow at any time. My father's combat related PTSD combined with alcoholism was not an ideal mixture.
July 25, 2011 Dream: Finding Shark Teeth at the Beach 535 I was at the beach – small waves are washing over us in the surf – suddenly I have a shark tooth in my hand and show the people I am with – then I get another one, and I am rather excited about finding them. Then the skeleton/body of the shark appears, at first I am a little alarmed as it rubbed up against me […]
Injustice Collectors/Money Guilt/Greed/ Anger/Rage and other Fun topics– 8-13-13 520 I know, this is very long, I have got to shorten this one, but it covers a lot of S---! (Stuff) Car crash in beginning (think it is same dream) a guy was speeding as he took a curve (like Spanish train wreck [...]
Dream where I dig up an ancient religious city in the garden of the house I grew up in. I have had many impasses in my spiritual life, ones that have put me on the agnostic/atheistic border. I feel that in this dream the collective unconscious is suggesting I might look for some spiritual growth.
Dream depicts the effect of a father suffering PTSD rage caused by being a WWII combat veteran exposed to too many horrors and brutal events - not only heavy combat where thousands were killed, but the concentration camps liberated and the killing of women and children caused by the shelling of towns.
Dream is about the PTSD rage and mayhem I fantasize about to punish the guilty who have offended me. It show through at times and I do not want my children to see it. I don't want to pass it on to them as my father passed it on to me through his PTSD Rage attacks.
Depression - Dream Introduction Depression dream is from several years ago, (8/15/2011) when my depression was severe. Between problems with my career and the breakup of my second marriage, the stress was too much to bear. I tried to go on - but my spirit was at a record low - considered 'major depression' by [...]
This one starts out where I am in the Union Cavalry being chased with several other men by Confederate cavalry. They were chasing us down a stream that ran through trees along the bank of the stream. Further down the stream we turned into just regular cowboys and somehow we talked with the Confederates and convinced them we are really cowboys and not soldiers. They wanted some cattle for food and we made some kind of deal. After that we rode up this hill and came to this old granite church. It was an enormous beautiful church several stories high and had twin towers that were massive. The Reverend's wife came to the door, it was a carved crystal door and I think one of our group was wounded and she saw to that and she took us in. Then she made us something to eat and she took care of us. Then I recall leaving the church and went
I get stuck on a helicopter during an attack, hanging from a chain ladder a few feet off the ground - A Viet Cong soldier in black pajamas is charging at me – and the chopper does not move - I am left hanging there - I have been abandoned. closer - I am in a rage because the guys in the chopper don't care about my welfare.