Ever since I was a little girl, I had dreams that disturbed me, piqued my interest, came true, gave me information, baffled me and some that even left me questioning what was a dream and what was reality. I have a feeling as I write this some of you are nodding, “yes, I understand.”
When I was around 3 years old, I used to have a dream where these little men with no arms or legs would move across my body. I would be paralyzed with fear and couldn’t move. Eventually, I would wake up crying for my mother. She would come to comfort me and notice I had a fever. Even at this young age, I realized that this recurring dream was letting me know I was sick.
I’ll never forget the day when I was sitting in the bedroom with my brothers and one of them got a gift of these little wooden men with no arms and legs. I gasped. “That’s them!” I declared.
My brothers found that so amusing and teased me about the men with no arms and legs, shoving the wooden figures in my face. Now you may understand why I’m so tough as a woman. When you grow up with brothers like mine, there is no other way to be. 🙂
Fast forward to age thirteen. I was a troubled youth and I ran away from home. I wasn’t gone long before my father found me hiding in the park with the other two girls I ran away with. He pushed me into therapy and my first therapeutic experience had begun.
When I met with my therapist, she would take me for walks around the neighborhood to get me to talk and reveal my sorrows. I just wanted to talk about my dreams. They were so disturbing and horrifying and mystical that I knew they were giving me clues to the truths buried in my soul. She was ill equipped to handle my dreams and steered the conversations to other things, which left me feeling empty and I eventually abandoned therapy.
In my 20’s, I was working with a therapist who suggested I take acting classes to help me gain confidence in myself. One day in class, there was a flyer on the table advertising a course on dreams with another teacher. I immediately signed up and studied under this teacher for numerous years.
Those classes were Intense with a capital “I.” We did dreams assignments, worked through portions of the dream and ended the class with a ritual of all we mastered. Those rituals were life changing and incredible. I learned so much in the class, like how to have a dream, how to interpret a dream, how to understand its affect on my life, what my soul was trying to change, what my truth was buried deep inside my heart. You know when you take a class and it’s truly life changing? It sets the course for the rest of your life. I had no idea that those classes were going to teach me so much about interpreting symbols and understanding the language of my Guides. Years later when I met my first Guide, I was able to communicate easily and effortlessly because of all I learned in that class.
One unfortunate thing about my dream studies was that the teacher and I parted ways in a less than ideal fashion. I studied with her for a very long time but the manner in which she taught and treated her students was not in alignment with who I am. I am not one for keeping my mouth shut when I see unfair practices in place. I’m grateful for that experience though, because she showed me how I didn’t want to be, which allowed me to become the teacher I am today.
I truly love this work and I want to invite you to join me in a special live Dream and Symbols class on Thursday, September 29th at 4pm (PDT). Don’t worry if you can’t make the class live. We will be recording it and you will get the replay.
Anyone who joins the class will get a dream assignment that they must complete before the class. That way I can teach you how to break down a dream and understand the language of your soul.
I do hope you can join me!
Marilyn
P.S. – Stay tuned for the next post where I’ll show you how to do a dream assignment!
