Friday, February 6, 2009

Night Visitors

OK, here’s the dream:

I’ve just arrived home. I’m on the porch of my house, but it’s dark, so I’m fumbling around trying to find my key so I can unlock the door. As I’m feeling out the lock and the key, I hear a voice from behind me. Someone is supposed to meet me here, so I assume it is that person I am waiting to meet. Without turning around to see who it is, I tell him to come on in, as soon as I can get the door unlocked. Just as I finally open the door, whoever it is tackles me, pushing me into the house. He turns me around, pins me against the wall of our entry way, and starts very forcibly kissing me. I see that it is not the person I thought it was, it is a hideous demon, and it is trying to rape me.

Terrified, I manage to choke out the words, “Get out, in the name of Jesus Christ.” Some unseen force is trying to choke me and close my lips so I can’t say the words, but I get them out, and as soon as I do, the demon dissipates like smoke. Then I wake up.

I realize I was dreaming, but I’m still feeling violated and terrified. I start crying. I wake Göran up, and tell him, “I had a dream that a demon was trying to rape me!” It felt so real, even though I realize it was a dream, I’m convinced that a real demon had somehow been there. I won’t write that dream down, I tell myself. That dream is from Satan and should be forgotten.

Göran comforts me. As he does, a young man walks into our bedroom. We can see him clearly in the moonlight, and recognize that he is a next-door neighbor named John (though he resembles a friend of mine from my ward). He is wearing a tank top and shorts, and he’s very sexy. “You guys are awake,” he says, “I can’t sleep either. That’s why I came over.” Göran and I are lying in bed naked, covered in sweat, and the covers are completely off, so he can see everything and he’s eyeing us. “Is it OK if I sleep with you guys?” he asks. Göran and I look at each other, barely able to believe our good luck.

“Sure!” I tell him, “Hop in bed!” Before I have even finished speaking, he’s already completely stripped down. He’s even more gorgeous naked than he was dressed.

“Let me make room in the bed,” I tell him. He’s walking around toward the other side of the bed, where Göran usually sleeps, so I clamber over Göran. On Göran’s side of the bed, I see a camera and some napkins. I pick them up and place them on the nightstand. I want John to snuggle up against me naked, but then I realize that if I do that, Göran will be jealous. So I clamber back over Göran and get back on my side of the bed. John gets in bed and snuggles up against Göran on one side, I snuggle up against Göran on the other side, and then I reach over and place my arm on John’s arm, so Göran is nicely snuggled in between, in a nice man sandwich.

The phone rings. I hop out of bed and answer it. It is announced to me that people are coming. I hang up, and whole crowd of people start walking through the bedroom door. They are from United Theological Seminary, where I teach. They are renowned theologians and church leaders of every major religion in the world: Protestant, Catholic, Buddhist, Jewish, and so on. They are women and men, people of every race. They are all wearing golden skullcaps and white robes that resemble the dress of Roman Catholic bishops. However, they are also wearing brown vests, embroidered with very mystical looking Chinese characters, so I wonder if these are perhaps Buddhist robes. Göran gets out of bed, and I am surprised to see that he too is wearing the same robe, vest and skullcap that everyone else has on.

A woman member of the group announces that they are here to officiate at the funeral of a dear colleague of theirs, a man who has achieved sainthood. They need to pray for his soul so that he can make the journey into the next world. They bring forward the body of this man, and lay him on the bed, next to our friend John, who is still in bed naked. (I too am still naked, but nobody seems to mind my nudity or John’s.) I can’t really see the body, there’s just darkness there where they’ve laid him. They all get down on their knees and then bow down, completely prostrating themselves before the body of their friend.

As they begin to pray, there is a most wonderful, peaceful spirit that descends over all of us. I feel safe, warm and protected, and the room is filled with a beatific light. I am truly happy, and I realize that these people who have arrived are actually angels, sent to protect me.


OK, here’s what I think this means:

The demon rape is about boundary-anxiety and about guilt and shame about sexuality. Note that the attempted rape takes place on the threshold or boundary of our house. The rape is itself a violation of my own physical and psychic boundaries. It is about being excessively preoccupied with protecting myself from sin, specifically the sin of homosexuality. (The demon, after all, is male, and is trying to sodomize me.)

When I call out the name of Christ – who has power over demons – not only is the demon exorcised, but the whole situation is exorcised. Christ does not save me from the demon, per se; rather, he demonstrates to me that the demon is not real, by waking me from my slumber. The waking up symbolizes graduating to a higher level of consciousness, to a new understanding. Of course it takes a while for this new understanding to sink in; for a while after waking, I am still terrified of the demon.

The neighbor John – who pleasantly distracts me from these anxieties – is me. He is a me who is physically strong and attractive and self-confident; a me, in other words, who is comfortable in his own skin and not afraid of his own sexuality. He also represents a me that is fully reconciled with the LDS Church – which is why he reminds me of one of my best friends from church. I want to embrace this me, but I realize that the best way to do that is to embrace my husband, Göran. So Göran is enveloped in “our” love.

Having made this realization – that I become fully self-actualized and my “split personality” is united through giving myself wholeheartedly in love to my husband – then I am ready for the next graduation in consciousness.

The objects I clear out of bed so that "John" can come join us symbolize my preoccupation with how I worry people will see us, or with "image" (the camera) and social convention or etiquette (the napkins). If I am preoccupied with these things, full integration of self is not possible. There's no room for an integrated me with those things in the way.

The reason I cannot see the Saint who has died and who is about to depart for the next life is because he is me. The gathering of “angels” in my room represent a fully restored and reconciled humanity – people of every race and religion – all gathered in unity, wearing robes that symbolize their non-creedal, non-religion-specific sprituality. They come from a theological seminary, a place that symbolizes learning of the highest order: learning about God. My husband Göran joins them. In fact, the only ones who don’t join them are the naked doubles of me, because it is in fact us they are praying for. We are naked, because that is the state in which, through death, we leave this existence and depart for the next, higher level.


Am I a saint, on the verge of some great ascent into a higher state of being?

Well, hardly. I am a saint only in the sense of all of us, in the sense clearly implied in the dream when I called on the name of Jesus to save me from a demon. I am a saint in the sense that I have claimed the name of Christ, and have entered into a path of faith, repentance, and love, in imitation of him. I still have a long journey to go before I’ve reached apotheosis! But that is my goal. It is the goal of each and every one of us.

The dream is not to tell me I’ve made it, but to remind me what I need to do in order to get there. Legalistic ego-guilt and ego-shame are a trap. Trying to fight off sin by legalistically guarding the boundaries of my “house” can’t help me. It only entraps me, as I futilely struggle against shame and despair that I on my own am powerless to fight off. Christ’s atonement very literally saves me from that sin/guilt preoccupation, freeing me for a new life, literally waking me from the slumber of sin.

In that new life, my ultimate goal, I find the full integration of my personality, the integration of my spirit and body in a perfected whole. And the way that wholeness is achieved is in setting aside my selfish wants, substituting in their place my love for another. Göran is literally himself in this dream, I think. Certainly the symbolism of the dream implies the intimate love between him and me. But he also symbolizes a more generic Other. He symbolizes all the others I ought to love “as myself”; all the others I ought to love more than my selfish wants.


GeckoMan said...

Dreams are strange things. How I might interpret your dream, indeed your life, may well be different than you, yet I honor your vision. Your interpretation speaks much more about you than the dream itself.

The fear of being overpowered and overcome by evil, our worst nightmares, can be a catalyst for change and strengthening. The resolution of such a threat by 'waking' to the love and security of your husband is telling. And that you would see yourself as the beautiful open young man requesting intimacy, rather than to be twisted up about some subconscious desire for threesome, speaks to me of how important it is to look beyond trite or obvious interpretations and go for deeper meaning. When we know our hearts, we can get past our weaknesses and deal with the present in real terms. And indeed, I trust we are born up by angels of all kinds, seen and unseen.

I'm glad you love your husband, and include him in all the places of your mind, heart and bed. I hope to be as generous in my marriage as I sense you are in yours.

J G-W said...

Some people are extremely embarrassed by the fact that they dream things that in their waking life they would consider sinful or inappropriate. But dreams speak to us in symbols. If we can get over the embarrassment factor and look more closely at what the combination of a variety of unusual symbols actually says, we begin to learn really interesting things.

For me, the most difficult symbol in this dream was the demonic rape scenario. That was a truly terrifying, disturbing part of this dream for me. In fact, I found it interesting that in my dream, I told myself that I shouldn't record such a dream in my dream journal!

Of course in real life, I record EVERYTHING in my dream journal, no matter how bizarre or embarrassing or disturbing. What is interesting to me is that, in the illuminated light of day, as I calmly reflect on the those bizarre and disturbing images and symbols, I find some really quite amazing insights.

For instance, as I analyzed the demonic rape scenario, it immediately struck me how important it was that it took place on the boundaries of my home, on the threshold. Demons symbolize our deepest, darkest fears. And so this combination of symbols clearly pointed to my own fears about boundary maintenance and ego protection.

This dream also contained two dramatic symbols of a dramatic shift in consciousness: the passage from a sleeping/dreaming state to a waking state, and the passage from a living state to a post-living state. So that signaled to me that the dream was definitely about my own continuing spiritual evolution, the process by which I attain new levels of consciousness and insight.

This was also definitely one of those dreams where I woke up, and it felt very spiritually important to me. This was one of those dreams where I woke up and had a crystal clear recollection of everything that happened in it.

One of the most visually beautiful parts of the dream -- I love how dreams are visual! -- was the part where all the great teachers from the Seminary all bowed down in prayer.

Sometimes a good dream will stay with me for days, as I reflect on what it tells me about the current state of my life...

J G-W said...

Oh, and... Yes, I actually think that the person best equipped to interpret any dream is the person who actually had it.

Suppose you had had the exact same dream I've recorded here. Of course that's impossible, but imagine for a moment that you had had this dream. Of course the interpretation would be quite different!! Because we have two different subconscious reservoirs of images and symbols. You would read each of these symbols against a whole different set of experiences.

GeckoMan said...

I usually never remember my dreams, and I can't even recall the last time I had a homoerotic dream. As a young man I used to have such dreams that usually ended up being 'wet dreams,' and it was a cause of guilt and great concern because I didn't want to identify with anything "gay."

So I wasn't listening to my subconcious self then, and maybe I'm still not listening...have I tuned myself off? I do dream about my work and the things of life around me, but they are mostly fleeting as soon as I wake. When I do remember a vivid dream I take notice--usually these dreams involve my family.

J G-W said...

Well, not all dreams have the same significance to be sure. When a dream is the vehicle for some important spiritual truth, it usually feels quite different. It usually feels important in a way that other dreams don't. Though I've found that even the seemingly mundane dreams have something to teach me if I reflect carefully on them.

The dream I've recounted here was definitely one of the important ones for me, with many layers of symbolism, and many important messages. What I find interesting, though, is it communicated important things to me through symbols that are shocking and disturbing. Maybe that's a lesson for life: sometimes it is the things that initially frighten us the most that actually hold the most promise to teach us important lessons.

By the way... I didn't mean to shut off conversation about what your take on the dream symbolism might be... I'm actually fascinated to hear other people's "takes" on the dream. It's one reason I put it out there in all its gory detail. I enjoy helping other people decipher their own dreams... Though my assumption is that they are the only ones who can really validate an interpretation, or figure out if it really fits. So much of dream interpretation often hinges on things like how a certain situation "felt" in a dream, and that is only truly known by the person who dreamed it.

But having someone else who didn't experience the dream offer their own interpretations and insights can be really helpful. Sometimes a friend's observations can help the dreamer recognize an aspect of the dream that they missed themselves.

bill mca said...

I wish I had dreams like that. I guess I need to eat spicier food right before bed....

J G-W said...


Göran will attest it's not always a good thing... A few times I've woken him up yelling or thrashing about.

Anonymous said...

I found your dream and interpretation thereof to be very insightful.

And I agree completely with your assessment that the person who has the dream is bet qualified to interpret the dream. Our dream symbols belong to OUR experiences and to what WE need to learn.

I have had many significant dreams in my life that have taught me many things. I have also had many dreams that have revealed to my mind what the future holds for my life.

I am a strong and firm believer that, for me, the dream state is a way for me to receive revelation and greater knowledge and understanding, on a deeper spiritual level, of myself and those around me. I do not know if dreaming is like this for everyone, but, for me, it is.

A lot goes on in my life on a daily basis. Although is great external noise in my profession (teaching teenagers) and great internal noise (because of some horrific things that have happened in my life), I AM able to get quiet inside to receive answers and knowledge. And, dreaming is one of these times.

Thank you for your post. I learned a lot.

J G-W said...

Duck -- Thanks, I'm glad it was helpful. And thanks for commenting on my blog!