Subconscious is cornering me to write.
The entire “Circuit Breaker” (lockdown period in SG) seems to be a blank in my memory of life / 2020. We have “restarted” the system, and it is slowly loading … probably the point when the screen is still a blank, but the hardware is starting to spin, and one can hear the low murmurs.
I am taking a short online course on Jungian archetypes right now. Every lesson comes with a quiz, and it is not easy. The one that got my mind stuck was trying to make the distinction between Intuition and Instincts. There are a few other psychologists/philosophers thrown into the mix, and they define / categorise these differently. It is really interesting, but it took me two days to finish the quiz because I was trying to understand the terms correctly in their usage by the different peeps. I will only know if I got them right after the assessments are marked!! Going to be an anxious two weeks.
Last night’s lesson was about archetypal motifs such as creation, floods and apocalypse. You know your brain’s caught up in concepts and thoughts when you even dream about them during the waking hours.
I dreamt of many many many coffins last night. The first reaction was, “Oh! So this is what an archetypal motif of a pandemic looks like!” Tsk, how stoic. But I think this strange reaction will probably help me identify my archetype at some point.
I was not at all sad, scared or worried. It has become a mere factual image, I guess this is what happens when we get inured to such scenes on the news over the last months. The scene took place in a basement, which I suppose could only be because the only images of manymanymany coffins registered in my personal unconscious have been those of crypts when I visited the cathedrals in Europe.
Suddenly, from the cold damp enclosure, I appeared to be floating down a river, holding onto a large surface of wooden planks. That momentous entry into this scene was marked by my bro floating away, holding onto his other large surface of wooden planks. Again, I was not quite scared or shocked. I was enjoying the coolness of the water. I was in the water, and holding on to one plank, while the rest of the planks float with me. 🙂 The water is not clear, neither was it dirty, it was just a usual river and it felt like I was in a mangrove (not swamp though). The sun sparkled at the surface of the water. I was a little worried because I do not know what lurks below, but I felt safe though. It did not feel dangerous, but I was just kind of insecure that I cannot see what is underneath, and probably a little annoyed about that.
All of a sudden, I was propelled into a building, and seated among a few others whom I do not know. But that seat gave me a good look into what is happening everywhere around. The seat felt humble and simple – the kind of concrete stadium steps with plastic seating, yet the position felt superior and very very clear. Funny how the building sprang out of nowhere in a mangrove. It felt like a really good surprise that Universe threw me, and comes with support – these people (about five or six of them?) whom I did not know, but they felt like they are very reliable and supportive.
Then I woke up. And .. I am compelled to write this down, because it feels like this is a sign of what is to come in the very near future? We shall see.