Door Bridge Stair
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According to Jungian analyst and renowned author Marion Woodman, dreams about doors, bridges and staircases often mirror significant moments on our life paths.
Like many other dream watchers, I've had my share of these. Looking back, I see them as dream series that heralded life transitions from one phase of psycho-spiritual evolution into another.
The other night, I had a refreshing variant of this type of dream. Overlain with a light sheen of humour, it involved an international border, itself a kind of door.
I was trying to cross into the USA from Canada, and had forgotten that we now need passports to cross what was for long touted by both nations as the longest undefended border in the world.
Though I live in the west, this dream took place in eastern Canada, so I had no chance to run home and get my passport.
That's when the magic idea of reversal struck. The people I wanted to see in the US were at home, ergo, they had access to their passports. Instead of frantically trying to figure out how to get to them, why didn't I simply invite them to come to me? So that's what I did.
Regrettably, I woke up before finding out how they responded to this revolutionary idea. Meanwhile, I remain intrigued by the layers of possible interpretations the dream suggests.
According to Jungian analyst and renowned author Marion Woodman, dreams about doors, bridges and staircases often mirror significant moments on our life paths.
Like many other dream watchers, I've had my share of these. Looking back, I see them as dream series that heralded life transitions from one phase of psycho-spiritual evolution into another.
The other night, I had a refreshing variant of this type of dream. Overlain with a light sheen of humour, it involved an international border, itself a kind of door.
I was trying to cross into the USA from Canada, and had forgotten that we now need passports to cross what was for long touted by both nations as the longest undefended border in the world.
Though I live in the west, this dream took place in eastern Canada, so I had no chance to run home and get my passport.
That's when the magic idea of reversal struck. The people I wanted to see in the US were at home, ergo, they had access to their passports. Instead of frantically trying to figure out how to get to them, why didn't I simply invite them to come to me? So that's what I did.
Regrettably, I woke up before finding out how they responded to this revolutionary idea. Meanwhile, I remain intrigued by the layers of possible interpretations the dream suggests.