Are Dreams ‘just’ Dreams?
I remember decades ago when I was trying to Quit Smoking. I would stop smoking for a while but then, perhaps coincidentally, I would catch myself smoking a cigarette in a Dream. Well, “It IS Just a Dream, Isn’t It”, I would say to myself, but, it wouldn’t be long before I was smoking again, for Real. Then one night I had a dream where I had a Cigarette in my hand – clasped between my first two fingers. “Oh No you don’t!” I thought, and flicked it away. But suddenly another Cigarette sort of magically replaced it, so I flicked it away too. Then there were Cigarettes in Both Hands! So I flicked both away. But the Cigarettes didn’t stop appearing in my hands. It was getting really Crazy! I was flicking away cigarettes like an assembly line! But not a single one touched my lips. It seems that THAT was a Break Through Dream, at some Core Psychological Level. I haven’t smoked a cigarette since… and it has been almost 50 years.
SO… when I am Angry in a Dream, well, “It is NEVER Just a Dream” anymore… not for Me! I figure the Dreams must be some Reflection or First Layer to our Motivations and Behaviors. So when I catch myself being Angry in a Dream, I remember those Smoking Dreams, and ‘Suggest’ to myself, strongly and emphatically, that Dreaming is NO EXCUSE, and that I simply cannot allow myself to be Angry… Awake OR Asleep! And those Suggestions have seemed to improve the Quality of my Dreams in general – I’ve been having a lot of dreams where I am in well-lit clean rooms with nice congenial educated people… often the Dream Characters form a Coherent Group which is Goal Oriented about Something or Another and I am welcomed to join in and Work Along for the Common Cause, whatever it is. I find those dreams very agreeable… I wake up feeling good about myself.
Last Night I was having such a Dream. It seemed like some kind of Convention… a rather Large Group this time, and again, everyone was part of The Group. A nice Young Woman came up to me, and I supposed she was in charge of one of the Committees, and told me that I was slotted to be the one to clean up and put away the “Condiments Table”, you know – ketchup, mustard, salt and pepper… that kind of thing. Well, I learned Not to Argue in Dreams and so I said “Yes, of course, I will get right on it”, and I supposed the Condiments Table was right behind me, but when I turned, well, it wasn’t there. The Lady said, “It’s on the lower Floor”. Well, it seems that this Convention was BIG. I covered three floors looking for this Condiments Table, and I thought I knew what I was looking for… I could ‘see it’ in my mind’s eye. But I couldn’t find it and so I was going up and down the stairs looking from Floor to Floor looking for it.
Finally, while I was going Up the Stairs I met with 3 men coming Down, and they were carrying a small but very sturdy little Table, made of pieces of thick and heavy wood… not what I was expecting at all – some kind of a Folding Table. Two men were in front and one carried from behind, and He was the Talkative One. Oh, he started to rail into me for neglecting my Job so that They had to do it, and he went on to enumerate what seemed like an endless series of contributing delinquencies on my part which all culminated into their having to do my Job for me. Well, it occurred to me at once, that His Angry and Aggressive Tone would likely make almost anybody else Defensive enough to Answer Back in the same Hostile tone. So I consciously focused on keeping my Voice even, and began by agreeing with him and apologizing. Then after a few “Yes, I’m so terribly Sorries” it occurred to me that He might say “Is that All You Can Say – I’m sorry?” So I told him that I had been Looking for the table this past half hour, and, well, didn’t quite remember what the Table looked like and probably passed it a few times. Well, that gave him something else to complain about – my not being well prepared. And it kept going like that. He would complain and I would search my brains to figure out some way to respond constructively and agreeably but without seeming to be just ‘playing him along’ or just ‘humoring him’. After a while, it occurred to me that He must be enjoying the Complaining, and apparently liked it that I continued to feed into it without creating some Ugly Scene. After all, it is not like he dropped his end of the Table and walked away in disgust. The other two men remained quiet, and we all kept going down the Stairs with the Table. They were all bigger and stronger than I, and it WAS a very Heavy little Table, but I insisted on Helping… or pretending to help by wedging a hand in under the Table close to, well, my ‘Friend’ the Complainer. The dream ended that way.
Wow! I was PERFECT, that is, in Anger Management Terms… I think. I certainly didn’t escalate the Situation – while the Man’s Tone started as Angry, well, it never became ‘bitter’, and after just a little while his Volume Dropped a bit and I was merely being Castigated and Reprimanded in the normal Tone of Voice used for such Occasions.
I’m really Proud of Myself! I hope I can spot some Confirmations in Real Life indicating that I really AM getting a Handle on Anger Management.