Crybabtstill August 2009 Recent Dream- Threatning men.

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Why and How I Do My Self-Analysis -(JoAnn) "CRYBABYSTILL" Invited Guest Blogger August 2009

Here is a recent dream, it very mild compared to my childhood nightmares, but it still carries the dysphoric mood and the intractable fears of my childhood. I am at outside the Rosicrucian Library where I had just purchased several books on the teachings of the ancient Egyptians. I have to walk around the corner to the Park Ave. bus stop which is just in front of a remarkably detailed bronze stature of Julius Caesar, that stands at the side of the museum entrance. I wonder why is Caesar honored here? No one is around and the museum is dark except for some decorative lights. I thumb through the new books with anticipated pleasure. With one book that seemed the most attractive, I discover the replicas of the the tomb and temple art has been ripped from the book. I find my receipt and consider taking it back for a intact copy, but I realize it is too late to do so. I feel some miffed, but I continue to wait for the bus, it seems to be a long wait and I find my self making up excuses for the delay. There was an accident, the driver or a passenger got sick, the bus broke down or was hijacked. Behind the Caesar statue, I see emerging out of the dark two rough looking guys, they look to me to be gangsters. The closer they approach, the more I grow uncomfortable, my heart beats faster, as I realized there is no place to go to get away from them. I hope somehow the museum guards or their electronic security will bring me help. The bus arrives and we all get on the bus, and while sitting in silence, I argue with myself; (still sleeping) was I just overcome with childish fears or had I in fact escaped a real danger? When I awake and get up. I look for the valued book. I find the art plates are still intact in it and the pages only very slightly worn after having existed many years in my bookcase. The library, museum and the Caesar statue and the bus stop on Park Ave, were in reality present, when I went there, some years ago. There never were any incidents of fear causing men or missing pages. Are the dream men a replacements of the bogy men of my childhood, perhaps via the strange pantheon of the strange creatures that filled the book pages that were in my dream ripped out and somehow I could not immediately take back for replacement? What do you think?