19 Mar Why We Dream the Same Thing Over & Over
I don’t remember many of my dreams. In fact, years have passed when I could swear that I had not dreamed at all. But several times in my life, I have found myself locked into a pattern of dreaming the same thing over & over & over. Usually, the repeated dream is something silly, and perhaps even embarrassing. I awaken, scratching my head and wondering why I continue revisiting this particular dream or that. Finally, I did some research, and I believe that when we continue processing the same night vision over & over & over, we are trying to resolve something within ourselves. We are trying to find some sort of inner peace.
In Psychology Today, the following was said about recurring dreams Here:
“In general, recurring dreams indicate the presence of an unresolved and persistent conflict in an individual’s life, and the theme or Central Image of the dream provides a stage for this conflict to play out. The cessation of a recurrent dream may indicate that the conflict has been successfully resolved.”
Night Lily – Jacki Kellum Watercolor
In many ways, I have had a turbulent life, and when things become unbearable for me, I quit painting and writing. I have often said that when things are very bad for me, I feel like an over-blown balloon, and I feel that if the tiniest bit leaks from within me, it will be as though a pin has pricked me, and I will pop. Probably because I won’t allow myself to express while I am awake during these periods, my mind tries to leak things while I sleep. My mind tries to relieve some of the pressure of the air that is trapped within the balloon.
Several years ago, my house burned and I lost all of my art and my writing to that date. I relocated to an alien place over 1,000 miles from anyone or anything that I knew as home. During that time, I totally quit creating, and I repeatedly dreamed that I was invited to sing before a huge audience, but when I opened my mouth to sing, nothing came out. Standing before the crowd, I was mortified. After more than a decade locked in a prison of silence, however, I began blogging, and since that time, I have not been plagued by that specter of silence again. In beginning to write and to express myself daily, I had resolved a conflict. I had found my voice, and I had begun to sing before a larger audience than I had ever imagined that I would. I was no longer mute. and that nightmare ended.
Old Blush Pink Rose – Jacki Kellum Watercolor
Writing is easier for me than painting, and although I began writing two years ago, it was a bit longer before I gathered enough courage to begin to paint again. When I am not painting, I am like a creek that has been obstructed. The waters within me become sluggish and they eventually stagnate and stink. For me, the only solution for that kind of putridness is to paint–to open myself up and to allow the river of colors to flow.
Soon after I began painting again, I created the 2 paintings above. Night Lily is about my initial feelings of having seen light, after periods of darkness. Old Blush Pink Rose is my realization that I am much older now, and I am a bit late for new beginnings; yet, I have been allowed to bloom once more. I am an Old Blush, but like the Rose, I still have color and through my painting, I have allowed that color to flow.