Dreams hold fascinating meaning, but how do we interpret them?


As I stated in my previous post, What’s in a dream? (The power of therapy), my experience of a recurring dream I’d had for years suddenly stopping after a few weeks of therapeutic discussion with my analyst about a very specific topic, led me to be even more fascinated by dream work.

I was already enthralled by the work of Sigmund Freud – his masterpiece, The Interpretation of Dreams – which I will use as a base for the following series of posts on dream life, but having my own experience of the power of therapy and interpretation of dreams has led me down a great journey.

This great journey includes the writing of my first fictional novel, The Beckoning Rooms, which is currently with the editor (with already positive feedback from her and my beta-readers!).

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What’s in a dream? (The power of therapy)


What is in a dream?

That is the question that I pose to you today.

Not as a random question, but as one that would trigger your thoughts and lead you to delve into the exploration of the meaning of dreams and how this relates to therapy and therefore to the unconscious.

My counselling training has been covered by a blanket of psychoanalytic theories and wonderful tutors that made these theories come alive.

I am integrative in practice, but at my core I will always have an analytical mind when it comes to exploring the unconscious and the issues my clients bring me.

Freud wrote The Interpretation of Dreams around 100 years ago, and more has been theorised since then.

In this series, I want to talk about Freud’s theory, and possibly also Jung and other theorists, in regard to our dream life.

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Jenna dreams about the end of her world

In her dreams, she’d usually wake up in her bed, mid-morning, feeling rested and hopeful for the day ahead.

This time waking up felt different. The calm before the storm.

Usually the noises outside were of cars rushing past, or children chattering away, as they walked with their mothers towards the local school.

She didn’t dare look out the window. She opted for getting herself ready for whatever she’d be facing this sunny summer’s day.

At least it’s sunny, she thought.

As she grabbed her purse and keys, and opened the front door, she hesitated for a moment.

Still looking at the floor, she slowly moved her gaze upward, to see the outside world, expectation of more of the same was there, but an eerie sense of difference was looming in the back of her mind.

School bags on the ground, abandoned as if they wouldn’t be useful any longer. Their owners long gone. But where did they go?

It was a 20mph road, so cars didn’t exactly crash. She would’ve heard it from her room.

 Noticing the two hatchbacks, like rams facing each other, Jenna realised that she was witnessing something big. Something she didn’t know how to get out of.

Where are all the people? What has happened overnight?

She searched for signs of her neighbours, or the noisy children that often annoyed her out of her slumber.

No sign of either.

What did this mean? What could possibly have happened that meant that she was the only one around?

It had been a strange year for her. Lots going on. Not much she could make sense of. And now this?

What am I meant to do now? I have no idea what to do. She thought as she wandered around the familiar streets and into the town centre.

In town she found more of the same. Abandoned shopping bags, cars in disarray, as if they’d bumped into each other, their drivers suddenly gone.

Why me? Why isn’t there anyone else around? What does this mean?

Even though she enjoyed her alone time, she started to feel really lonely without another human soul in sight.

She sat down on a bench overlooking her favourite café. A bench she’d sat on many times before.

She wasn’t scared, just confused and troubled by what this meant for her future. Is there a future?


As she awoke from her dream, the question lingered in her mind: is there a future?

In the reality of her awakening, Jenna struggled to come up with an answer.

Reassured by the children and car noises outside, she took a deep breath, leaving her somnolent state behind.

She’d had this dream before. Many times. Still unsure of its meaning, she’d accumulated a few theories: an alien invasion perhaps, or the Christian harpazo maybe. A third choice, her favourite by far, was that she’d gone to an alternate timeline where the world would be re-populated, one by one. There were others like her but they hadn’t crossed over just yet.

Thinking of her theories, she got up and got ready for her day.


Follow my blog via the link below to see what Jenna will dream up next Monday. I’ll be writing a blog post answering some of the questions above in the near future.


The Beckoning Rooms Novel is now in it’s final development stages. My second baby is about to be brought into the world!.

I will be launching it soon.

This fiction mini-series will hopefully be whetting your appetite and get you ready for the novel. The characters are the same, but what happens in the novel is very different than what happens in this “prequel”.

Be sure to stay tuned for another series, coming up after this one, on dream interpretation.

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Losing it all – Jenna’s 2nd Dream


Jenna wasn’t sure anymore if going to bed and chancing a strange dream would be a good idea at this point.

The reality of the place she found herself in was, in many ways, just as unsettling.

At least in her dreams she could wake up and know it wasn’t real…or was it?


It was summer time and she’d agreed to meet her friend at their favourite coffee shop.

They loved it partly because it was quieter than other places, but also because it was attached to a very fashionable women’s clothing store.

Oh how they loved to play dress-up there, with all the fancy clothes they couldn’t really afford.

They didn’t care. They had become familiar with the shop lady and she was happy for them to try on a few items and take some photos for their Instagram, which gave her some free advertising. Win-win!

Jenna had been early that day, and she was about to order her second mango smoothie when she heard the shop lady come through and tell her all about the new party dresses that had just arrived.

As this was happening, Cynthia arrived, apologising for being late, blowing air kisses as they assumed posh people would do when greeting one another.

They were quite funny together. They didn’t care how they seemed to others. They were happy with each other.

The shop lady called both of them over to try on the dresses.

Jenna, usually very careful with her possessions, looked back at her bag on the floor and left it there. A deep sense of trust telling her it would be fine, although the hairs on the back of her neck were telling her otherwise.

They tried on the dresses, Jenna a pink one that made her look like candyfloss; Cynthia a tighter fitting number – she was more daring after all – that made her look like she was about to sing to John Travolta at the end of Grease.

Laughter filled the room, and they were oblivious to the passing of time.

The only thing that had mattered was how much fun they had together.

As they made their way back to where Jenna’s bag was, she realised it wasn’t there anymore.

She looked around, almost becoming manic now with fear that all her stuff was gone.

Her phone was the only thing she had on her as they were taking photos with it, but her purse, all her ID documents and cards were there.

There was something symbolic about the contents of her bag, that if lost would give her so much more grief than just having to replace them.

Why did I leave those things there! Why did I go against my best instinct and leave my bag there, easy prey for anyone to take!

She didn’t know why she had done it, but she knew she needed to find it.


Jenna woke up, in a sweat and with her heartbeat racing.

She remembered having had this dream before, and what was going on in her life when she dreamt it.

It took her quite a few minutes to recover and gather herself. To realise it was just a dream.

But what could be taken away from her?


Have you had dreams like this one?

Did you manage to figure out what they meant to you?

Have you ever woken up feeling like Jenna – sweating, heart racing, or even crying?

Dreams are powerful and very revealing of where we are when we’re awake.

What are your dreams telling you lately?


Follow my blog via the link below to see what Jenna will dream up next Monday. I’ll be writing a blog post answering some of the questions above in the near future.


The Beckoning Rooms Novel is now in it’s final development stages. My second baby is about to be brought into the world!.

I will be launching it soon.

This fiction mini-series will hopefully be whetting your appetite and get you ready for the novel. The characters are the same, but what happens in the novel is very different than what happens in this “prequel”.

Be sure to stay tuned for another series, coming up after this one, on dream interpretation.


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Dreaming up unicorns – Jenna


As Jenna fell asleep that first night, she snuggled up to her long lost teddy.

Forgetting that she wasn’t ten anymore, she did what she always did when she was young.

Rocked herself to sleep.


When she opened her eyes, she noticed that her surroundings had changed yet again.

This time, she’d travelled to a place of wonder.

Bright, pastel colours shining all around her.

Creatures she’d encountered before, some had three eyes and many legs, others just had a distinct colour she couldn’t even begin to name.

She’d been here before. But she didn’t really know where she was.

It was as if she’d been taken into one of her stories. The ones she used to read to distract herself with from daily life.

She knew she was safe. She especially knew she was safe when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw her favourite mythical creature of all – a unicorn! How wonderful! She thought.

Yes, it was a unicorn, but it was a baby one. Awwwww! She exclaimed. Taking in all the beauty of this place. The calm she felt was incredible.

She giggled and smiled, like a little child. She felt free here.

As she stood up, Jenna noticed underneath her was something like a cloud. It quickly dissipated as she took a step out of it, into the grassy ground underneath.

Incredible! Jenna exclaimed, feeling extremely amused and intoxicated by the shiny brightness and blissfulness of this place.

She wasn’t questioning anything, she was just walking around, enjoying herself.

The baby unicorn had now reached her. Their eyes met, and they knew they were friends. They could trust one another.

They both danced and jumped around together for a while. Jenna giggled and cuddled the baby unicorn, like they’d known each other forever.

Then, suddenly, with one single move, the baby unicorn began to run away from Jenna. She chased him for what seemed an eternity.

Panting and stopping to catch her breath, she realised the baby unicorn was nowhere to be found.

She sat down on a purple rock and began to sob. It wasn’t fair that she’d lost her friend. Her only friend!

After a short while, Jenna stood up. Gathered herself and continued searching.

She searched and searched, and along the way she found other creatures that wanted to be her friend.

She felt guilty. She couldn’t get new friends yet?!

She couldn’t betray the baby unicorn, even if he’d left her first.

Walking on, Jenna began to notice behind her, how the other creatures had been following her and keeping her company.

It felt like the start of something new.

But what about baby unicorn? Who’ll take care of him?

Somehow she knew he’d be fine. He always was. In her other dreams, they always found each other again.

Maybe in her next dream, he’ll be here.

She also knew she’d be fine. She had lots of new fantastic friends around her. they’d help her on her way.

As she thought this, she found a patch of soft grass, and lied down to sleep. She was so tired after all that running.


Jenna woke up, smiling. She loved those dreams! She smiled at the power of her imagination, and got up, unsure of what the day would bring.


Have you had dreams like this one?

Did you manage to figure out what they meant to you?

There’s something about this dream, that talks of hope, of a fantasy world that is much kinder than the world Jenna existed in when she was younger. A place where she can be free. Where she can have true companionship and understanding. No words necessary.

What could the baby unicorn be representing for Jenna?

And what could his leaving mean?

What about the other creatures that were following her?


Follow my blog via the link below to see what Jenna will dream up next Monday. I’ll be writing a blog post answering some of the questions above in the near future.


The Beckoning Rooms Novel is now in it’s final development stages. My second baby is about to be brought into the world!.

I will be launching it soon.

This fiction mini-series will hopefully be whetting your appetite and get you ready for the novel. The characters are the same, but what happens in the novel is very different than what happens in this “prequel”.

Be sure to stay tuned for another series, coming up after this one, on dream interpretation.


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Dreaming up the repressed – fiction mini-series


They’d never had dreams like these before. So vivid, yet so unreal that when they woke up they knew they’d just had one.

Sometimes, they’d even know they were dreaming from within the dream itself! That might come in handy in their waking hours as well, but that’ll have to wait for another day.

As they all traveled through the different worlds, created by the deepest, darkest, most unconscious parts of themselves, they discovered things that they wished had stayed put where they were originally sent.

Forgotten. Unable to harm them or call them up to experience things they’d long left in the past.

This is the power of dreams. We can’t help but dream. It happens to us without much conscious control.

Our unconscious beckons us. The repressed beckons us.

It succeeds in one way or another. Survival depends on what we do with what we uncover.

Survival? For Jenna, Jacob and Jeremiah it feels just like that. In a dream state or an awake state, they’re not sure anymore.

The beckoning rooms are there in their waking hours. Their dreams in their sleep.

Dreaming up the repressed will take you on a journey to the most remote areas of these three people’s minds.

Will you dream up the repressed tonight?


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The Beckoning Rooms Novel is now in it’s final development stages. My second baby is about to be brought into the world!.

I will be launching it soon.

This fiction mini-series will hopefully be whetting your appetite and get you ready for the novel. The characters are the same, but what happens in the novel is very different than what happens in this “prequel”.

Be sure to stay tuned for another series, coming up after this one, on dream interpretation.


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