Dreamed that I was in “Target”, but it was more like a shitty off-brand department store than actual Target. (In real life I listened to a Mitch Hedberg album yesterday wherein he makes jokes about Target.) I was there shopping for furniture (in real life, I’m on the lookout for a low, simple dresser and debating between a really nice one from Chatelet or something used/refurbished). However, in my dream I was after a three-piece set of bed, night-table, and dresser, and the only options were extremely child-like pieces: they were in “girl” and “boy” sections; the girl options were hyper-literal, like the headboard was pink and had a picture of a girl on it; on another the headboard had a child’s drawing of a unicorn flying through a starry sky. I was really discouraged and left and went to the clothes section, but there all the clothes were girly summertime dresses, nothing that I wanted.
When I was living with my father after my parents’ divorce, he used to take me to Target to shop. That’s where I got all my clothes as a preteen and I would sometimes pout and even cry when I was alone because I knew that I was unfashionable, but was conflicted about doing anything about it. I didn’t want to complain. Target may not have as much of an emotional-historical resonance for you, but as you point out, there is definitely something about the store that brings to awareness one’s relationship with class and status, something that is possibly a salient theme in your life right now.
Interestingly, within this milieu, you’re still in some way stuck in childhood, despite your interest to not be. Jung says that sometimes we have dreams that are our own and are personal and sometimes we have dreams that are tapping into a greater collective, to the zeitgeist. It’s possible your dream is reflecting on this idea going around right now – one which I know you’ve commented on in your own writing – that your generation (I happen to also know you’re about to turn 30) is late in coming to adulthood.
Then again, maybe it is personal. If so, I’d like to draw your attention to the fact that prominent within your symbols of childhood lurks a possibly transformative mythical creature – the unicorn. I did a little reading on unicorns for you. There are, I have found, countless interpretations of what the unicorn “means”. Some of them are: independence, purity, integrity, even the concept of God itself. So this would be a Choose-Your-Own-Meaning moment. What do you associate to unicorns?
And then, a cautionary tale: In some versions of the unicorn story, unicorns were fond of hanging out with virgins (not in that way! At least, I don’t think so). They liked to take a rest from all their worries and lay their heads down on the virgins’ laps. Unfortunately, some of these virgins were in cahoots with hunters and once the unicorn was asleep, the hunters would pop out from the bushes, capture the unicorn and either kill it or remove its horn (Freud alert!), rendering the unicorn defenceless. I know you’re a woman, but we all know women possess penetrative powers, too.
As far as I know from reading descriptions in his memoir, when Jung talked about dreams with clients, it was a two-way street. He didn’t just tell clients’ what their dreams meant – he started a dialogue with them. Partly, it’s to avoid the tendency for the dream interpreter to simply project his own concerns onto the dreamer. (In fact, I’ve probably already done that to some extent). So, I’m going to leave it there.
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