I am sent to a school for a healing of sorts. I go into the building. It is small and has no furniture. The walls and doors are off white. There is writing on the edges of the
walls and around the doors. The writing looks like a trim. It is small and in cursive. I cannot read it, but I think they are positive sayings. I do not see anyone else. A woman does have some art in a room. (this part of the dream I cannot bring back). I stay at the school for a month.
Next scene: I am with a group. We are all in our twenties. I tell about my positive experience at the school. It has to do with learning to save myself and others in an emergency. Feeling: I am nervous/scared at first, then curious, and happy at the end.
Another dream that came back. I am helping Marsha’s very old father stand up and get ready to go. I help him put on his jacket. In waking life Marsha’s dad has passed on about five years ago. Also, I need to go with Marsha to find new clothes to buy. I am happy.
Daynotes: worked a dream with my AZ group. It had to do with parts of myself. The highpoint to me was to remember my inner child.
I worked this dream with the Dreamsters on 7/28/25. Here is what I said: If this were my dream, the “school” feels like a contained space. The learning comes from the writing on the walls. I need to read the writings and get meaning from them. There is a room where a woman has her art, maybe paintings. The paintings seem to also be a form of learning, but through the heart and not the mind. I stay a month-four weeks-a completion. This amount of time is what it takes to heal and to help remind myself of whom I am-a free spirit. By doing so, I can help not only myself, but also others.
Other ideas: the writings are prayers. The woman artist is a part of me. A month is a twelfth of a year. 12=? I had youthful confidence in my 20’s. The school is like going to the peaceful “other side”. I learned something. I was reminded about the self I was in my 20’s-less anxious and fearful.
My writing from our July 28 Dream Circle:
This dream for me is about “the writings on the wall,” the time of our lives that drift, moving to our endings. Off-white is our human experience but the light will turn pure white. The writings on the edges feel like prayers to me. Cursive, not geometric, emotional beauty and healing, even though I am not reading them at the moment. And the memory of my youth, as Hillman says, adds such connection to soul.