Where to begin when learning the art of dream interpretation? Is there a formula that can be applied to all dreams? One of the challenges I face in my public work – writing books, writing blogs, creating podcasts, doing radio, giving workshops – is how to make this complex subject easier to understand. I like
I was in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, last month, giving a workshop on Dream Therapy to creative arts therapists, which attracted Phoenix Jay of Phnom Penh’s The Advisor to interview me for their cover story. It’s a broad ranging yet deep interview, which includes a discussion of trauma, Jung, Freud, and an interpretation of Phoenix’s recurring
What a fluid world we live in, a world where yesterday’s fiction frequently becomes today’s fact (think sci-fi and technology), and yesterday’s fact can easily crumble into fiction (think scientific research disproving previous findings). What a job our dreaming minds have, every night, processing our waking life experiences, sorting the facts from the fiction, the
Maybe I should open a patisserie. I had tasted the most delicious concoction of a cake in a dream. Architecturally it was a stand-out, a creamy white abstract puff atop a stack of four dried figs. I passed the cake around for everyone to taste. On closer examination, I noticed the figs weren’t figs after
Have you ever woken from a dream only to find yourself in another dream? At first you think you are awake, but it slowly dawns on you that you’re still dreaming. And then it happens again, and again, until you might be excused, on finally waking up, to question your reality. Are you awake or
“Three times this week I dreamed I was the new drummer for American band Blink 182,” said Brad, calling PowerFM’s PowerPack Breakfast show where I was interpreting dreams. The drums were bike powered, and the faster Brad peddled, the better the drums sounded. Although he can’t play the drums in waking life, he was a
My guest on the show today is Patti, who dreamed she was riding her bike with a sense of urgency, on a mission, dressed in bright spandex, when she thought she should pull over and check her tyres. It was difficult finding the best place to pull over, as the concrete at the side of
“What does the nightmare in A Nightmare on Elm Street mean?” asked Steve and Abbey, presenters of the PowerPack breakfast show where I interpret callers’ dreams. I’m a movie lover, but horror is not my genre, and it took a few arm twists before I agreed to download it so I could answer the question.
Jason dreamed that he took a nap up on a shelf of chocolates and sweets. It was a comfortable, cosy spot, but he was supposed to be having an interview down the hall. Several dream scenarios later, his little brother grabs a microphone as people gather to hear what he has to say. Jason rolls
I was looking through the window, settling into blog-writing mode while watching the play of sunlight and shade move across a particularly beautiful rock, when I realised that part of the rock wasn’t rock at all. It was a large, sunbathing, frilled lizard. I tried shifting my gaze in an effort to blend him back