My Unconscious

The unconscious event I have chosen to focus on is a reoccurring dream that both my siblings and I have.  We started having these dreams around the same time my parents divorced.  In the dream, we are having a war.  The first dream we were at our home, yet it was torn apart to look like a bunker.  In this dream, my siblings and I are fighting with all our might, yet our parents are nowhere to be found.  We start to look for them, to have them protect us.  Once we find them, they are hiding like cowards.  As a result, they die in that dream.  The dreams following this one are always different but have a similar storyline.  We are fighting in this war against people that we cannot see.  Our “enemies” had faces once both of our parents started dating people of different ethnicities that seemed to clash with the ones that we were brought up with. It is always my siblings and I against these people of different ethnicities.  We are fighting but not getting anywhere.

After reading Jung, I started to realize this dream is about tradition.  Every ethnicity has a different tradition.  When my parents divorced, it felt as if every tradition they taught us as kids was disappearing.  All of the sudden thanksgiving we have the food of our parents new found lovers, not the ones we were raised with.  We started to rebel, voicing how we felt they were throwing our childhood and what they taught us away.  Of course my parents always take the side of their new boyfriend or girlfriend.  In the dream, when my siblings and I are fighting neither side is winning. This dream has taught me to accept the fact that things are not the same.  The traditions taught to me by my parents are not dead just because they choose not to be a part of them anymore.  Instead they live on through my siblings and I.  Rebelling and voicing our opinion on the matter will get us nowhere.  It will only cause a “war” within our family.