Jungian dream pychology:, write down subjective context of dream: Find archaic archetypal symbols related to pyche.

From all this, the correct attitude toward dreams becomes evident: only divine dreams are to be believed, they are beyond discussion. We can recognize them by the norm of the revealed word, "because the law of God is unalterable." (Jeremiah 36). Also sanctioned by God are medicinal interpretations, which lead to a knowledge of the temperaments and humores. (Galen),27. In any other case dream interpretation is not allowed (Deuterotomy 18-20-12) Although sometimes it may lead to the truth, more often than not it leads to falsehood. "Often they reveal more of the interpreters mind than having an objective concordance with nature." As it is, all kinds of things are speculated about the future." Most such dreams are ambiguous,any even completely wrong. Dreams 💠 inspired by the devil are to be despised in any case. In history and modern times we find examples of anabaptists and enthusiast29 whose dreams only intent to bring about the worst crimes and heinous blasphemy. 

Several protestant sects of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries known as enthusiasts (God-Possesed) were condemned by mainstream Protestants for fomenting political radicalism. In england following the civil war and restoration they were held in particular disrepute. When someone dreams of an old anima figure, he is infintile in his consciousness. When someone dreams of a sage he is a fool. This is perhaps the dream of an infintile man who was not in tune with his time, and who therefore had to resort to old religious commandments. The taxis had red berries, the myrtle white flowers, a symbol of female innocence. The wood in the taxis is very hard, and the tree grows only slowly. White may stand for the virgin, red for servant or slave, the servus rubeus is the sun. 

Another example is the Hypnerotomachia, francesco colonna's struggle with love in a dream (,le song de poliphile), he dreamed of an adventurous journey in which he (,a monk) searches for lady soul. In his consciousness he has grown uncertain: where will he find lady soul? At the court of Queen Venus!, As soon as he gets there, he is wakened by the ringing of bells. What Venus is in the unconscious has to be established again and again, in order to be regenerated: the abstractness of Christianity was too much for him, thus the regression to antiquity. 

Latin humidity. The four humors (Yellow bile, black bile phlegm and blood) were four fluids that were thought to permeate the body and influence it's health. The concept was developed by ancient Greek thinkers around 400 BC and was directly linked to another popular theory of the four elements. (Empedocles). Paired qualities were associated with each humor and it's season. "Humoralism", or the doctrine of the four temperaments. 

Here we analyze 14 diffent dreams, which revels more of the mind of the dreamer. His evil dream-Like-mind and their dark sayings. 

There's Pokemon cards appearing one of which was anikimSkyballer. There rare Pokemon cards with a unique energy, I'm given the impression I'm standing in a factory somewhere. The Pokemon cards that were appearing before anikin were very rare like Articuno and Aerodactyl. 

There's water on the ground and I'm scooping it out as it slowly evaporated. There's some red mixed in the middle almost like lava. 

Im having mixed relationships with different women around the dinner table. I was not happy. Dear me who is this lady soul. 

In the coffee shop, I'm standing to the side and he's bellying up to the bar to talk to...

There are all sorts of hallways and structures which I'm walking through, maybe welllife or northwell or maybe even gym class but there are all sorts of things and sensations that need to be made known. My vision was very poor and I finally noticed the metal guards at the bottoms of the doors and then I was at the gym revealing a plan to work out and my attitude about it. Although I want to achieve it it seems like she thinks she's better than me she disappears into the periphery. It was a sunny day today and I slept through it in the comfort of my bed, it was even sunny in my dream.

I'm in the living room watching a movie with a girl👀her blouse come undone. We're fondling each other. The man in the movie had a spell book and it looked like he was in some type of library on a tall ladder. I notice the archer and some Egyptian scrolls. (This is clearly Mercury trapped in the earth, and the feminine is the anima of his love he sent to reclaim. Thou shall not commit adultery, in the dream I'm lying with another man's wife, she was in my living room but he was projected on the television, he was in this context in the library delivering the scroll, the commands. He seemed pleased with our arrangement.) 

 I'm running out on a front lawn, I'm in my old neighborhood, I hop over the bushes and there's a panther on the lawn in the bush twirling near the bush I hoped over,  I run further there's a lion cub, I reel backwards and backwards but I can't escape. (The panther represents luxury and the lion the devil. The early church fathers used the lion to symbolize the devil. The panther represents luxury like in dantes inferno. The dew on the grass and the bushes are precipitation, the lawns that are appearing and reappearing represent prosperity.)

* I'm looking up at burning buildings my mind assumed the worst, I was alone. (The fire could mean the burning, desire, the sin of lust. Being alone represents being unable to handle the situation, maybe fear of abandonment or being alone together.)

* Cb4 I'm going home to my own apartment building, the stairs seemed thin. The building is in tatters but I'm being followed and the higher I climb the man following me grows more and more like a shadow. Hello! It was Sunny. It was sunset. 

(Being followed it this way could mean that the past is not finished with you, someone has some unpaid debts, a lender is coming to take back what's rightfully his. Matthew was a tax collector before he started following Jesus maybe it's a religiously bent person intent on making you remember the debts. The building in tatters may mean your morality in desrepair which makes the burden heavier, or the general mapping out that the scope of the dream provides, climbing those stairs snail thin, is the upward striving)

* There's little patches of lawn, not wide open lands or field but I keep seeing grass and they soon disappear and reapear. (Live long and prosper) 

* I'm riding a bike on the ceiling doing backflips. Symbols originate in the unconscious. 

• b4 I made it to the crossroads, the rainstorm encroaching. The safegaurder, a kind lady like a crossing guarding who was classically beautiful, was leading stranded (me) to a safe zone. She said it was 3 miles up the road near the high school. The others in this crossroads, were around, they were going this way and that but I couldn't see them. I only had a faint glimpse of their souls being atound. Noticing that the tents from the vendors were not being manned I must have bumped into their poles. Hiding from the terror of everyone looking at me bumping into them. Locating me to wish me ill will in their already distressed state of diress. Afraid I couldn't make it to the checkpoint I found my way back to my apartment the least safest place I could be. Obviously this was a crisis. Some type of propelled explosive made contact with my immediate surroundings and I am propelled 90 feet into a different room. Crawling through the surrounding rubble I use my hands to open the second floor window and widen the grate of the window. Looking out into the westering sky with the horde surrounding I see an ambitious black man with an abstract canvas strapped to his chest with a white reusable bag like a baker, making this man seem indomanible standing at the first floor door where seems to be the source of the disturbance. The glorious westering sky setting and my head bowed down and my hands still reaching out. Staring at the door. My life continues fire fighters were at the door at that point. 

• I take a like lukewarm bath and hop into my pajamas after drying off with a fresh towel and hop into my red pajamas. After I had snacked on ice cream and read dantes inferno cantos 1,2,3,33 After waking up I felt like I had awoken in another century although only 2 hours had gone by maybe 4. I felt so calm and peaceful like a wave of serenity washing over my entire being. Outside one of the neighbors children was crying lightly and Daddy was there, the family saying calm down pops. It was sunset.

Lovely, peaceful day!

Reconciliation of opposites of:)

• A4 I'm in an wide open room on a couch at the break,  of dawn. I was down pretty heavy so somebody thought it would be a good idea to move me to another room and give me a blanket. I was rocking with a few of my peeps in a large loving home filled with gods presence and the beauty of it was compelling. There were tall curtains with sunlight shining through them. It was dawn. Then it wasn't. It was night. The pitch black night blended fairly poorly with the beauty of that mornings fair light. I was nearing a white fence pole and a hidden figure behind it snuck out from behind before I could react and I disappear into vapors. The shock of it gave me a literal jumpscare. I freeze and sit and ruminate. Then I go back to bed. 

• moms in her room listening quietly learning about cave paintings in africa again on the TV and I'm reminded of that how it makes me feel catholic and poor. I try to scrounge together a poor excuse for a meal and enjoy what God has provided for. It's a Sunday, another day ending in a y. In life with my waking eyes I see a seagull perched on a church's steeple. I weep. I read 1 Thessalonians verse 5:18 give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in christ Jesus for you. And 19, do not quench the spirit. I cry because thinking of one person dying is sad let alone everyone. I see teenage girls snapping photos in the garden and a man walking with his son and a few dirt bags ridings bikes, I see preachers riding bikes, yesterday there was a dude with a bike with two fishing poles on it, today there's so many voices in my head after walking to the coffee shop I have to remind myself I'm not being mauled by a bear. But especially in the parking lot.

I'm in front of the library it's raining I get out of my brother's car and head into the building flowers by miley is playing on the radio, when we're done for the day that night he walks with me to the store to buy a vape. We're sitting outside of gallo in the car and I'm not sure what's going on, its always raining in Neverland.