I finally found motivation yesterday! It came in the form of a dream, a dream that involved a man I had a crush on, escaping from his hoodlum associates, and gossiping with women I didn't know.
The story I wrote had nothing to do with hoodlums or gossip, but everything to do with crushes and letting them go. It took interpreting the dream to come up with the connection.
I don't do Gestalt analysis anymore, where you tell the dream from the perspective of every significant person and object in the dream, mostly because that gets very long and dry. I also don't think it's a superior method anymore. Instead, my husband and I reflect together on how each significant scene parallels real life.
If you are going to do this method, you must be very aware that 1) you are aware of the symbolic aspects of dreams, and 2) many of the aspects of dreams relate to your recent thoughts and experiences. I came across this method of dream analysis when a friend and I noted how my dreams paralleled the events of a full but idyllic day we had spent the day before.
So, this was what came out of the dream: I was looking in on a concert in the next room (crowded, night club) and guy I had a crush on was crowdsurfing right past the window but he wouldn't look at me. Sounds like an unrequited crush to me.
Then, I'm in a room with crush and I start yelling at him about ignoring me. He listens, denies ignoring me, and then nods, and his henchmen (Eastern European bug guys, buzz cuts, dressed in black) start wrestling me. I break away and walk out. Crush has just had a bachelor party; the henchmen are anologous.
After that I break out and end up in a shopping mall. (No idea of what that's symbolic of; I'd say finding another crush but I'm married, so it's not something I'm seeking out although crushes make for great poetry) and run into some women in the bathroom (cleansing oneself?) I gossip about what happened previously.
So there's the dream, all about releasing a crush.
The story I wrote? It's about a woman who had a two-week fling with Oberon, king of Faerie; it ended abruptly when she asked to go to Faerie and he had to refuse her. When he returns to take her there thirty years later, she surprises him with her answer.
Same thing, yet so different. That is the power of a dream.
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