THE TWINS 27-3-04 ... letter to B

 

It begins with a dream …

 

I am walking arm-in-arm with a delightful woman, laughing and joking, totally relaxed. I don’t know, we have probably just been somewhere clubby and we are high and free and up there on life. We arrive at a caravan and the door is slightly open, enough to display a pair of fairly loud Dalmatian stilettos. They make me smile … , ‘Nice shoes*’, I murmur into my companion’s ear. She says, and I hear this, ‘Oh, they are my twin sister’s’. [At this point my inner monitor flicks up a message: numinosity alert – duplication, psyche’s underlining – pay attention] The caravan was in a grassy field but in the next step we are in a bedroom. My soul figure is wearing something sleek and shiny. I laugh out loud, say, ‘Mmmm! Shiny*’, and we grab each other and hurtle onto the bed in big hug …’ [Shit!, I wake up*]

 

No doubt in my mind that this is one of those Jungian anima dreams. I know the feeling by now – when the subconscious is active. Not having my trusty analyst anymore is a drag, I could do with turning this one over. It’s very simple but experience suggests that there is often a lot more there than is first apparent. So, it’s an anima dream. The overall tone is up. The twin reference is emphasis. It shows me indulging my fetish, lightly – it’s a fun thing*. The anima figure is complicit and ‘leads’ me through a series of visual cues, to be myself, to lighten up, to just ‘do it’. Much as you do …