“When a person thinks himself ‘godlike’ he attempts to fill a space he normally cannot fill by appropriating to himself qualities and contents which properly exist for themselves alone and should therefore remain outside our bounds. What lies outside ourselves belongs either to someone else, or to everyone, or to no one.”
My dream: I was walking along the road near the sea and came upon a home that had a front patio open to the street. The patio was filled with women of all ages speaking to each other. As I listened to the women talking, I asked one of them if they were Jungians and she replied with a smile, ”Why, yes we are!” I was then invited in. I was very much taken with their friendliness and their willingness to let me into the home of the great master. I was told that the multi-storied smallish house could be explored. It was the former seaside retreat of Carl Jung. The women took care of the house and had restored it to its original condition. At one point the dream shifted so that I was able to see the home from a very high cliff above the sea coast. I noticed how secluded the location was from that promontory view. There were only a few houses on that stretch of coastline. I then asked if one of Jung’s neighbors was A.L., a very good childhood friend of mine to whom I have not spoken or heard from in 40 years. The women then told me yes that was the case. They seemed surprised that I knew this fact. At another point I left the house for a short time and wondered whether or not I could again enter. I was told by a woman that all I had to do was to ask for “Sister Mary (?)” and I would be allowed to re-enter the house. I was then back in the house climbing the narrow circular staircase* that was filled with colorful wooden objects that Jung had made and painted. They hung all over and around the staircase. It was a amazing array of colors and shapes, some hanging, others placed on tables or on walls. I was dazzled by the number and color of all the objects that Jung had made. Some had his initials painted on them. I sensed a meaning in the arrangement of the objects as I ascended the staircase. There was a playhouse feel to the whole home. As I was leaving I asked one of the women how long had she worked on the house and she answered “27 years!” I expressed my amazement at her effort.
* Interesting that Jung’s concept of the collective unconscious came from a dream about a staircase featuring a upper floor rococo salon to a vaulted Roman basement.