💔25.6.28 Dream of a Mean Girl - Realizing Heart Synchronicity through Time-Lag Dream Analysis ① | Dream Diary | Dream Analysis | Jungian Psychology | Depth Psychology | Trauma | Collective Unconscious | Parent-Child Relationship | Father-Daughter Relationship | Healing | Purification | Synchronicity

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How to Enjoy Facing Your Nightmares
─ The heart-rewriting workshop I actually experienced
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Introduction: Facing Past Dreams Again

I found this post left in my note drafts while organizing my past dreams.
Checking the content, I remember that I felt exhausted just from transcribing the dream record before,

and it just stayed like that.

It was a dream that later became a gateway to facing deeper trauma.
In other words, it was a trigger.
I decided to face this dream again for the first time in three months.

That took quite a lot of courage for me.
I would be happy if you, the readers, could support me while reading.

Dream Diary: Summarized in a story-like format

Act 1: The Old School

The scene is inside a building that looks like an old school in the forest.
It seems to be evening, and in the orange-tinted light,

people's expressions look dark.
The shadows on their faces are strong and deep.

It feels a bit unsettling and unpleasant.

I am with my male friends, A and B.
A and B are actual friends in reality.
Though I haven't seen them in a while.

Their bodies are large, with adult physiques,
clearly not students.
It's a bit unnatural to be at school.

Seeing that, I think,
Is this a school that lets outsiders in?

Questioning the setting and development of a dream is a characteristic of a semi-lucid dream.

Holding a flea market at the school festival

The school is holding something like a school festival.
There are elaborate handmade interior decorations.
Banners and flags are up,
and there is a noisy atmosphere.

At our spot,
various items are placed on a rug,
and they have prices on them.
It seems we are holding a flea market.

There are quite a few unsold items.

I realize in the dream that the unsold items are actually
high-priced items that I have put up for sale on a real flea market site
and that remain unsold.
(This is also a characteristic of a semi-lucid dream)
Several items, such as a retro 8mm projector.

This model of projector is a rare item and is popular.
In the dream, it seems to be A's possession.
He seems to be managing the sales area.

A high-priced star item remains unsold, leading to an argument...

B is blaming A, who is at the sales area,
saying that if he had put it up for sale sooner,
it should have sold for a good price,
but it remains unsold.

I feel the same way as B,
and I am glaring at A.

A is making excuses, saying he did his best,
while trying to sell it off for a pittance.
It actually sells for almost nothing.

The elderly man who bought it
looks happy that he was able to buy a popular, high-priced item
for almost nothing.

The school festival time is just ending.
The flea market items are sold out, but
an unpleasant atmosphere lingers.

I rushed out of the sales floor feeling frustrated.

B-kun and I were
I couldn't help but feel angry.
Still feeling frustrated,
I rushed out of the flea market sales floor.

For some reason, I took the
wireless earphones I was wearing at the time
and slammed them into a trash can with A-kun.

These wireless earphones were also
the pink ones I usually use.

When I rushed out of the sales floor, I was at school at dusk,
and it was that same heavy, unpleasant evening atmosphere.
Feeling that, I almost started to cry.

Perhaps it was the height of summer.
The humid air was stagnant.

Holding back tears,
I walked down the hallway and went outside.

It was a scene I had seen somewhere before.
It looked like the view above the elevated tracks
at the west exit of the local terminal station
that I have used often since I was a child.

Act 2: The Mysterious Restaurant

Customers with smiles plastered on like Noh masks

After going down a small spiral staircase from the elevated tracks,
I entered a mysterious cafe? Or restaurant?

It was almost full with many people.

The first customers I saw
in the restaurant were an elderly woman and a younger woman,
and although they looked like they were chatting and smiling,
their smiles were like Noh masks.

It was definitely a place that felt unpleasant.

As I wove through the crowded tables and headed to the back,
I saw many men who looked like salarymen
sitting there.

They were smiling, but
it was an unsettling smile nonetheless.

They were wearing pitch-black suits and ties, so
I wondered if they might be the mafia,
and headed further into the back of the shop.

I heard the sound of table tapping

There was a sound like something being tapped rhythmically.
It sounded like they were playing music
by tapping on the tables.

For a moment, I thought it was like a musical
and was impressed by its intensity, but
it sounded extremely violent,
so I hurriedly rushed over to the table
on the other side of the wall at the back of the shop.

The people there were girls,
with features slightly different from me, a Japanese person.

They had blunt bob haircuts, but
they were wearing yellow gym clothes,
and their features didn't look Japanese.

They were Asian, but not Japanese,
and I felt they might be from another ethnic group.

They looked like they were in the upper grades of elementary school.

Encountering mean girls

At that table,
about six girls were sitting,
and it looked like they were practicing
a table-tapping music performance.

As I watched them,
I realized that the leader-type girl was actually
using the sound to bully the girls
sitting on the opposite side.

The girls sitting on the opposite side
were frightened by the violent sounds, and on top of that,
they looked distressed as the table was being pushed against them.

Speaking up to stop the bullying

I couldn't just stand by,
so I spoke up to the leader-type girl and told her to stop.

The leader-type
insisted that they were just practicing
table-tapping music.

She had that same creepy,
doll-like smile.

I insisted that I saw them
looking distressed as the table was pushed against them.

Even so, the leader-type
just said they were practicing,
and told me not to say selfish things.

I countered,
declaring that if that were the case, I would prove the bullying
and get her expelled.

The leader-type said, 'Go ahead and try?'
and told me I couldn't do it.

Next time preview

Thank you for reading
to the end.

Since it got long,
I will end ① here
with just the content of the dream diary.

Next time, I plan to post
the full-scale analysis.

Now, how will this dream
be concluded?
Look forward to it.
Please come back and visit again.

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