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Dr Farquar’s Dream Surgery

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Dr Farquar’s Dream Surgery

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Its best to record dreams as soon as they happen. Use a Dictaphone if you can't find your pencil in the morning. Make a list of the emotions you felt and any curious dream 'spillages'. The symbols and objects present. A dream diary. The language of dreams are merely an interpretation of your conscious life. A jumble of subliminal expressions that only require to be put in a semblance of order in the cold light of day. A medley of images that need collating. A spontaneous myriad of automatic mental cinematography. Of which we remember only the very last few before wakening. These are mirrors of life and precious because they can help us gain access to the unconscious mind and forearm us on a daily basis to control our own destiny. We can recognise the positive energy of dreams and channel it to the better of our own good.

Here is a personal experience from a reader. Be encouraged to share contributions. Try to be honest and concise. These interpretations are just a guide and projected by Dr Farquar.

This is a recurring dream that I feel and see very vividly. I wake up ill at ease and cannot get back to sleep.


"I'm inside a Greek temple or Coliseum. A sort of virtual reality Parthenon from Lara Croft software. Not a ruin. Very pucker and the only cracks appearing in my mind. There is a labyrinth of winding corridors that switch back and forth endlessly. I'm naked and running with legs of lead and its like trudging through treacle.

The Dorics and cloisters start to whistle past me and all start to look very much the same (Well, I guess they would do!) The windows are high and open but too small for me to clamber through. There are torches on the wall and I snatch one that crackles and sparks while I run.  I'm exhausted and have to stop in my tracks. Hopelessly lost and I seem to be running in circles. Suddenly I see a statue guarding the only dark entrance and it is of a wolfman with green emerald eyes that shine. I touch it and it disappears. I fall through the darkness beyond and am blinded by a great shaft of light that pulls me into some sort of closed arena. Like an asymmetric courtroom with no seats. In the very centre is an old lamplight. Like those you see in the streets of Victorian London. Except the light is blue. At the bottom is strapped to the base a kid's bicycle.

I hear a roar outside. To use the lamp as a vantage point I shin up to the top of the lamplight and ignoring the glare of the blue light grip tightly the metal T bar underneath the lamp and I can just see out of this annexe window on one side of the room.

I look across a wide ocean. It is still but rising quickly. It is not seawater but black oil. Like used engine oil. On the horizon is a island with what looks like a modern holiday resort with beaches and palms. I can see penthouses and pools with music and kids laughing and having fun. I slide down the lamp again. Tired and weak.

The black oil brims at all the windows and starts to seep down the large stone walls. It gushes in faster and faster and starts to fill the cellar-type room like a weird black slimy aquarium. The oil starts to work between my toes and up my legs. I panic and start to struggle to free the children's bike from the base of the streetlight but it is locked to it with a chain. For some inexplicable reason I fight to lift the manacled bike up the cast iron lamp post and pushing it above my head with my last ounce of strength endeavour to reach the top with it and lift it over the glass light holder still shimmering blue. I hope to literally lift the bike off the top so I can use it to escape. The oil is climbing with me and I start to lose grip and slip off into the oil and this is when I wake up.

Dr Farquar's Dream Factors

The Wolfman and Green Eyes

This is you confronting your fears. The wolf is the predator of envy (green eyed monster) who is 'in your way' and trying to frighten you off with self-doubt.

The Temple

…is your need for sanctuary. It may signify your own body that needs some TLC or reverence to health issues. Psychologically it may represent our 'world centre'. In this scenario it indicates being lost in your sense of belonging. It could mean some outside threat to your 'base'. Or some sense of trying to free oneself from old attitudes. Previous held beliefs. A need for greater understanding.

The Catacomb

…is a need to come to terms with subconscious religious beliefs. Spiritual obstacles. On a purely practical level, labyrinths of this nature can appear significant as an attempt to explore our own personality with its own blind alleys and 'twists and turns'. A potent and heroic journey for some and less fruitful for others. There are two respective theories. One journey is called 'unicursal'. Or marks a watershed. A straightforward route, covering the maximum amount of ground. Confronting our fears or the underground passages to get to freedom from such fear. An exit is found. The second journey is not necessarily unsuccessful but confusing. For a time you don't know where you are heading and seem lost. In your dream you end up at some sort of courtroom or crypt at the epicentre of the building. The code to this is your fear of entrapment and death. The courtroom is your place of judgement. Once again some religious baggage there involving guilt infliction. Yet the lamp is symbolic of literally finding your light at the end of the tunnel. An acceptance of what you know to be truth. Illuminating your own spiritual darkness. A blur light. The colour blue in dreams denotes prime healing. Peacefulness.

The Black Oil

… is the creeping ever engulfing depression you feel. Black denotes judgement and negativity.

The Beach Resort

…across from this seething black mass defines an appreciation of creativity. The 'Black sea' is the gulf of frustration to attain or reach such creativity. You have a very clear idea of what you want to achieve because the beach is 'busy'. If it were deserted you would have 'given up' or abandoned your present projects. So you are determined to reach your goal.

The running naked scenario with heavy limbs is common. Freud saw this as sexual inadequacy or vulnerability but new research bears out that nudity depicts a desire to be 'seen' for what we are. As there are no onlookers in this particular dream (or instead of wanted to bare your essential personality and reveal your true person without a facade) you are 'in the buff' alone which surfaces your need for freedom of expression. An anxiety about being misunderstood. An open honesty. Its suggests, innocence and rebirth for what you perceive and how you wish to be perceived

The Children's Bike.

Denotes a duality. Freedom without responsibility. To escape reality. Back to a second childhood. To run away from growing old. To make up for lost time. To find fresh motivation and energy to reach goals. Spiritually a bicycle signifies a need to try harder to explore your spiritual needs.

Dr Farquar's Overview

You are likely to feel sombre one moment and elated the next with your emotional pendulum swinging wildly. Looking for closure on present projects and challenge in new ones. Your relationships are bearing some of your discontent. You are looking up old friends to seek some extra reassurance when flaws to your plan sow self doubt.

Tedium and thumb-twiddling in your normal routine is making you feel too buttonholed. You need a break from a cheerless beaten track. You are no killjoy but you feel trapped and unfulfilled in your present job. Ploughing the same old furrow.

Your dream here is a signal to shake your black oil depression keep your eyes on the prize of success and reach your goals. To feel the sun on your face. Inspiration is not far away.

Your sparkling wit and enthusiasm will raise your sinking heart. A word of warning. Don't waste time with negative thinkers or valuable energy on worthless dispassionate schemes. Be focussed and stamp on discouragement. Look after your loved ones with warm heartedness. They know how you have strived to make a better world for them too.

Look after the 'skinned and thrown about' in your social circle. They may need to hold the ladder you will climb later.

Why We Dream?

It's about our balance of ego. The dream state encourages reconciliation through our imagination with our ego as the 'wild horses' of our desires. If we are anxious in our conscious lives our subconscious 'lets off steam'. Illogical at first the jumbled images can be put together to make an overall impression. Nightmares are when the 'wild horse' of our imagination is overactive and out of control. When we wake this is then the time to study the different facets of our dreams and be objective with our lives. It's the minds way of natural therapy. To re-align our self-development. It may also be fantasy. What I like to call 'extravagant brain reverie'. Or as sceptics will want to call it 'Cloud Cuckoo Land."
 

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