We are so captivated by and entangled in our subjective consciousness that we have forgotten the age-old fact that God speaks chiefly through dreams and visions.  C.G. Jung

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C.G. Jung was born and raised in Switzerland in the latter quarter of the 19th century.  His work as a psychiatrist including his study of dreams, mythology and human consciousness has greatly influenced the psychological lives of many generations of individuals and cultures.

Jung created a tradition of  Dreamwork which recognized the unconscious as that imagery, creative place of soul and soul-making.  Due to his expansive past work with patients, we better understand  the mythological hero’s journey as well as our own travels to the dreamworld. 

  In Memories, Dreams, Reflections, his autobiography, he tells of his own dream which determined his understanding of the aspect of the human unconscious, which he termed the Self, and, which had guided him on his own path of Individuation.

Jung’s Liverpool Dream
I found myself in a dirty, sooty city.  It was night, and winter, and dark, and raining.  I was in Liverpool.  With a number of Swiss—say half a dozen.  I walked through the dark streets.  I had the feeling that there we were coming from the harbor, and that the real city was actually up above, on the cliffs.  We climbed up there.  It reminded me of Basel, where the market is down below and then  you go up through the Totengasschen (Alley of the Dead), which leads to a plateau above and so to the Petersplatz and the Peterskirche.  When we reached the plateau, we found a broad square dimly illuminated by street lights, into which many streets converged.  The various quarters of the city were arranged radially around the square.  In the center was a round pool, and in the middle of it a small island.  While everything round about was obscured by rain, fog, smoke and dimly lit darkness, the little island blazed with sunlight.  On it stood a single tree, a magnolia, in a shower of reddish blossoms.  It was as though the tree stood in the sunlight and were at the same time the source of light.  My companions commented on the abominable weather, and obviously did not see the tree. They spoke of another Swiss who was living in Liverpool, and expressed surprise that he should have settled here.  I was carried away by the beauty of the flowering tree and the sunlit island, and thought, “I know very well why he has settled here.”  Then I awoke.

Fanny Brewster, Ph.D. Copyright © 2012