Dreams

My clients have been coming to me lately with vivid and amazingly real dreams lately. They're blow away by how weird they are, but it gives me a great wide open door into their worries, concerns, and subconscious thoughts. Don't get me wrong...sometimes a dream is just a dream, but often times if a dream involves family members or familiar surroundings it really is more than just a dream.

I think as a result of hearing from my clients I must have made a deep mental note to try and remember my own dreams because this morning I woke up with three strong remembrances.

1. I was at a family/friend gathering of some kind and President Monson showed up. I introduced myself and gave him a big hug. After than he put his arm around me and we walked all over the house so I could introduce him to my friends and family. Then President McKay showed up and asked me specific questions about a little boy at the party who I told him was very troubled. President McKay called the little by by name and told him that everything was going to be okay.

2. I was returning a book to a friend's workplace and across the street there were about 4-5 12 year old boys yelling at each other. They were acting closer to 16-18 and their language was awful. I thought I should just get back into my car and not interfere for some reason when one of then started shooting the others. The injured boys ran to me for help. Each had single gunshot wounds to the chest each marked by small red dots on their white crisp Sunday shirts. I called 911 and each of the injured boys was put in an ambulance and taken away.

3. The third dream involved a primary activity that I was in-charge of. I scrambled around finding all my supplies and arrived at the church to discover that my co-chair had already done everything, and that he had gone above and beyond. To the point that where the church pews should have been, there was instead an ice skating rink that the kids were joyfully playing in. I was livid. I threw my supplies down and grabbed him by the arm, dragged him to the foyer where I gave him a big fat piece of my mind.

Each of these dreams invoked in me some very real and strong emotions. With my clients I usually try to hit for the emotions they were feeling and don't take note of the specific story lines. One client told me that in the dream they had gotten married and they were on a helicopter ride with their spouse who got very angry and was trying to throw them from the helicopter into the sea. In another dream my client was with siblings who were trying to talk the client into smoking weed and looking the other way when a brother ordered prostitutes into the home.

I like dreams because I think often times they can help illuminate our fears. We spend a lot of time keeping fears hidden from those around us and from ourselves. A dream happens when our subconscious is less guarded and more free to wander and wonder.