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Exploring Archetypes through Jungian Dream Analysis: My Hadrian’s Wall Triptych Journey

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A montage of Durham Cathedral and a holiday bus out of control

This morning, I dreamt myself into a crowded stage: guests and friends gathered, fathers offering contradictory advice, a precarious carriage tipping over a gorge, passengers vanishing into a riverbed but leaving their gifts behind. When I woke, what remained were not the people but the unwrapped offerings — brushes, pencils, tools.

In Jungian analysis, the dream opened into something larger. My father’s voice revealed its old contradictions, but also its fading hold. The overloaded vehicle mirrored my recent collapse after too many days at the pool. And the gifts, stripped of their wrapping, spoke plainly: what endures is the work, the art, the making.

That thought carried me to my Hadrian’s Wall Triptych — still in progress, but already gathering symbolic weight. The Wall as boundary, the Tree as axis, the Sky as compass. Perhaps even a mirror shard embedded, so that others — and I — might see ourselves reflected. Perhaps even a relic, like the adolescent crucifix I wore in Majorca, emptied of faith but charged with memory.

In the end, what began as a dream of collapse became a meditation on legacy. The unconscious may be bottomless, but my role is simpler: to unwrap the gifts given me, to cut and recut the wall, to let the tree and the sky orient me. A triptych in print or wood, modest or monumental, may stand as one of those gifts passed on — a legacy of a kind.

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The end of year does this to me. 

I come into it with ideas to achieve a few things, change behaviours, get better, be better. 

I'm forever in my late 20s mentally so I don't give a flip about my age even if others do. There are roles and jobs for people in their 60s and 70s. Volunteer work is a pushover, but being a Town, District or County Councillor requires 'putting yourself out there' and in competitive seats being a 'known as a contributor and pragmatist who gets things done solving problems and dealing with challenges'. I can do this. I do this anyway. 

This can tie in with my interest in the environment and trees, an interest in 'youth' and sports development, my interest in the arts and the power and joy of creativity.

I could have been marking 15 years at the Open University. 

There's a story. We're just back from that part of the world ... almost. I could never have moved the family from our lovely Lewes in East Sussex to Milton Keynes, but we may have forged a new life in somewhere like Banbury. 

Another life, another time. All that counts is the next hour (the introduction to the Project Management Course I have signed up to on Coursera); the rest of the morning on some DIY in our leaky shed/workshop at the top of the garden; a woodland walk (if the rain stops), and hopefully some art (the large pen and ink drawing or relief print I am doing of Dover House, Barton on the Heath before making supper, watching a movie and settling down to a second reading of Ely Green's autobiography 'Too Black, Too White'.

And so a plan is made.



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