Through a Jungian Lens

I have been having a lot of dreams lately and have been waking up tired as a result. Last night I had a particularly strange dream which I am going to try and record here, at least some of the dream fragments.

Separate but linked

. . . I am in a room with other people . . . I can see one person distinctly, a man with longish hair who has a look that makes me think he might be of part First Nations descent . . . he is older, almost looking as if he might be a shaman . . . on his face he has small scars which look a little like tiny eyelets . . . he is reclining yet has his head raised and is talking to others but not at me . . . around the man, almost touching him are a number of people, many of them women . . . everyone seems to be drugged . . .  I am reclining beside the group but not part of the group . . . I listen as the man, the shaman explains how they will all be linked before they leave as a group to make their way through the house going through various rooms on different levels of the house . . . they will be linked by a strong thread that will be pulled through their skin on their face with a needle . . . I see the needle and the stiff thread and watch as it enters the eyelet on the man’s forehead, passes under the surface of the skin before emerging a little distance away on the forehead, watching the raised skin which traces the path of the needle . . . there is no blood . . . the needle and thread passes through the faces of those around the man, cheeks, foreheads, nose, lips, chins . . . there doesn’t seem to be blood anywhere in spite of all the piercings . . . for a moment I almost feel the needle in my own cheek, but realise that it is just a sympathetic feeling as I am not linked to the group . . . I sense that I have been here before and part of this . . . I realise that this man’s house is next to my house, separate houses but linked . . .

A strange dream. I have a strong sense of what is being told here, but will leave that unsaid for now.