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I shall begin by telling you of an event that occurred to me at college but which had its genesis four years earlier and the subsequent consequences of which remain to be completely known. One evening when I was 14 years old I went to bed much as I always had done. Sometime later after falling to sleep I awoke. To my astonishment at the foot of my bed and somewhat elevated into the air were two personages. An elderly man with the wrinkles Why Memories, Dreams and Reflections is meaningful for me.

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I shall begin by telling you of an event that occurred to me at college but which had its genesis four years earlier and the subsequent consequences of which remain to be completely known. One evening when I was 14 years old I went to bed much as I always had done.

Sometime later after falling to sleep I awoke. To my astonishment at the foot of my bed and somewhat elevated into the air were two personages. An elderly man with the wrinkles Why Memories, Dreams and Reflections is meaningful for me.

An elderly man with the wrinkles in his face that bespoke of a life of both dignity and wisdom and alongside him an equally aged woman endowed with a face of gentle kindness. I took them to be husband and wife and decades later would come to name them Philemon and Bacchus.

Upon seeing them I was immediately struck with two emotions. On the one hand I was enraptured by their appearance and on the other hand I was terrified as in my 14 years of life to my knowledge I only knew of two types of people who had visions: Prophets and Madmen.

I knew I was not a Prophet. As I gazed upon them it occurred to me that what I was witnessing may in fact be a dream albeit a most vivid dream. I determined to establish the means of proving whether this was a dream of a waking vision. There was a crayon on my night stand. I figured that when I woke up the following morning that if the mark was not there that I had been dreaming. On the other hand if the mark was on the wall I would know I had had a waking vision and hopefully the marking would prove a stimulus to recalling the episode.

The mark was on my wall upon finally waking. Jesus famously said that a Prophet is not recognized in his own home. Most assuredly I was not going to tell my family, relatives or friends of my vision fearing ridicule so I remained must as I sought the means of understanding what had happened.

Insofar as I knew that Prophets had visions I determined that I would read the Bible which I had never read before to seek some understanding. I found an old King James Version of the Bible and set about reading it from cover to cover. Every word was read from Genesis straight through Revelations. This was an enlightening process however the Prophets seems to float above the common humanity within which I lived. Briefly the move to college pressed the thought of my vision to the back of my mind.

This would not last for long. I had been attending classes for about six weeks when one day I was passing through the upstairs area above the cafeteria when I spotted a young man in the crowd of students. He was dressed in Army fatigues and I was struck with the undeniable premonition that he was on campus to commit a mass murder. I fought against this sense and tried to fight against this idea as it seemed so irrational.

I walked around outside of the campus for about an hour trying to shake off this premonition but without success. This presented me with a moral dilemma. If I ignored the premonition and a murder did occurred I would bear some responsibility and be an accomplice of sorts. Should I not ignore the premonition what was I to do?

Who would listen to me much less believe me? Suddenly the name of my History professor came to mind. I had never spoken to him before except to ask a couple of questions in class but I sensed that perhaps I could share my premonition with him and perhaps he would know what to do. So being around noon time I went to the downstairs cafeteria where I thought he might be having lunch with fellow faculty and staff members.

The cafeteria area was packed with nary a seat to be found. Well, except for the one lone empty seat next to my professor.

Girding up my loins and with much trepidation I went and sat next to the professor. I introduced myself to him not certain that he would recall me from his History class and proceeded to tell him of my premonition. Amazingly, I thought, without batting an eyelash he listened to my story and then asked me to go upstairs with him to point out the person who had struck me with such fear. I did. Then the professor went to the Administration Building and spoke with someone in security as well as the University President.

I was not involved directly in what happened next but since the person in question had not actually done anything wrong yet not much of an official nature could be done but a background check was done and it was found that the person was returned from Vietnam and had a mental history.

Additionally photos taken of a civilian massacre in Vietnam were found and subsequently were used as the means of getting the person off campus and into a V. Hospital for mental treatment. I was quite gratified that my premonition proved valid. This gave me solace. I was also grateful to my professor because he did not publicize the event or in any way bring undo attention to me.

As a matter of fact we never discussed the matter again. This event brought back to the forefront the vision I had had four years earlier. It struck me one morning that if I could tell my professor of the premonition that perhaps I could entrust him with the Vision and the fear that had accompanied it.

I went to his office and upon being invited in closed the door behind me and sat down and told him of my Vision. Upon completing my story my professor to told me to go to the library and check out a book entitled: Memories, Dreams and Reflections.

I had never heard of Carl Jung before and knew nothing of his work but went to the library and checked out Memories, Dreams and Reflections and went to find a quiet place to read it.

In the beginning of the book Dr. Jung writes of his childhood and as a youngster how he had had a Vision and how it terrified him and how he felt he could not tell his family or friends of it. We bonded. I did not know Dr. This would ultimately lead into a lifelong passion to comprehend the structure and dynamics of the psyche.

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One stage of memory consolidation is the linking of distant but related memories. During the emotional selection phase, dreams test prior schema snobi. In that century, other cultures influenced Greeks to develop the belief that souls left the sleeping body. English Choose a language for shopping. According to Tsoukalas anovi biology of dreaming is related to the reactive patterns elicited by predatorial encounters especially the tonic immobility reflexa fact that lends support to evolutionary theories claiming that dreams specialize in threat avoidance or emotional processing. Freeman Presson rated it really liked it Oct 20, Dream interpretation can be a result of subjective ideas and experiences.

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