Follow-Up to Wrong Number, Wrong Location — A Nightmare Dissected

Last night, I discussed the dream in my previous post with a dear friend of mine. She is familiar with Jungian Dream Analysis and knows me well enough to apply her ability and insights to my zany dreams. Having her objective viewpoint to help decode my dreams has been a real gift over past years. I tend to get so caught up in a dream’s narrative and detail, I’m often unable to see its symbolic language, which was particularly true in this instance.

My friend pointed out that during our recent conversations, I had said specifically that I felt “cut off” from my son. In mid-August, he began his sophomore year of college, and for numerous reasons, I thought it would be easier to adapt to his absence this year than last. Having a year under our belts and being familiar with the terrain now has overall decreased any anxiety we previously had experienced. He is a good fit for his college of choice, and all that that entails, including the friendships he’s made there. I had assumed, since there were fewer unknowns this year, that the transition would be easier.  But ease is no replacement for presence. I miss him.

Seen from this perspective, my dream’s symbology makes much more sense. It was populated exclusively by women — a small group of nurses, and many other female patients who were grieving and pained, having had whole or partial mastectomies. Women nurse their children at the breast. These women had been literally cut off — precisely the phrase I have been using when I describe how I miss my son.

I still miss my son, but now the dream’s disturbing imagery has been diluted and translated into something I can understand. I am grateful to my friend for her keen perception. And I am very grateful to my husband, who suggested the tonic to help alleviate my sense of distance and disconnect — FaceTime.

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5 thoughts on “Follow-Up to Wrong Number, Wrong Location — A Nightmare Dissected

  1. When your children grow up and leave home you will always miss them, I can sympathise with you, I miss my daughter and we FaceTime every week but it’s not the same as being in the same room and having a hug, stay strong, our children will always need their moms where ever they are, we just have to let go and let them be the people we raised them to be 😊

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  2. When your children grow up and leave home you will always miss them, I can sympathise with you, I miss my daughter and we FaceTime every week but it’s not the same as being in the same room and having a hug, stay strong, our children will always need their moms where ever they are, we just have to let go and let them be the people we raised them to be 😊

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    • You are so right, Jackie — as usual! I guess it just surprised me…I thought I was prepared for it this time, but it seems I wasn’t. It’s the whole point, right? To raise them in such a way that they go out into the world and create their own lives. But each time he leaves, I understand on a visceral level, that it’s one more step on his way completely out the door. Maybe we’re never really ready for that…even in advance of it happening!

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      • We are never ready, it doesn’t get easier, it’s just learning to love the time you share with them when you are together, embrace every moment, and they will always know where home is, they will always return ❤️
        Hugs to you ❌

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