Finally, as promised, my blog on the dream that confirmed for me the direction of my working life. Freud's work and my life intersect. This blog is a video. The photos which are interspersed I took on a marvellously sunny day in St Andrew's this past June.
As a student of theology I was privileged to spend my second year of studies in St Andrew's as an exchange student from Emmanuel College, Victoria University in Toronto. Going back this year was indeed a pilgrimage. Mediaeval colleges do not change much and the town was as I remembered it. I even found my dorm room and the wide stair case that I floated down in my red ball gown for the St Andrew's College Ball. While exploring there, I met a student who let me know that the food had changed very little...boiled cabbage, turnip and one lamb chop on Friday evening! I ran on the west sands, walked on the golf course and made the trek out the pier, a famous tradition among college students.
The dream I share in the video happened many years after I had been a student at St Andrew's. I really wanted to see the ruined cathedral where the dream took place. In the dream, the aisle was so very, very long. I thought I would never get to the altar. I was very sure that when I revisited the site, the aisle would be short and insignificant. Dreams so frequently exaggerate to get their point across. Then I stepped into the ruins and was gobsmacked. The aisle was so long I could barely see where the altar was. The length of a football field stretched before me. It was even longer than in my dream and it has been a long walk. It has taken a lot of effort to keep my hat on metaphorically speaking. Once again an old dream spoke to me in a fresh way. Please listen to your dreams.