A dream at the breakfast table
A few days ago I read Stephen Gyllenhaal's piece in Huffington Post in which he muses about a dream Sara Corbett, who wrote the long piece on the Red Book for the New York Times, offered. The dream as she related it is:
"This dream was about an elephant -- a dead elephant with its head cut off. The head was on a grill at a suburban-style barbecue, and I was holding the spatula. Everybody milled around with cocktails; the head sizzled over the flames. I was angry at my daughter's kindergarten teacher because she was supposed to be grilling the elephant head at the barbecue, but she hadn't bothered to show up. And so the job fell to me. Then I woke up."
So far so good. Interesting dream. And he talks about how one might make a film of the dream, using it as the image source. Also interesting. But then he starts into a critique of sorts of the response of the analysts Corbett was with when she had and told the dream:
But let's skip an intimate discussion with our journalist and simply recall what happened the morning after her dream as she encountered the Jungians with their tea and muesli: clever talk ("more to Martin than to me," she notes) of wisdom, feminine symbols, the Indian God, Ganesha -- but who among them actually took in the cinema of a sizzling decapitated elephant's head on a BBQ? Who allowed themselves to feel the betrayal that had unfolded and the ensuing anger? Who actually experienced the elephant in the room, aside from our dreamer?
Which perhaps brings us to another elephant. For if all these Jungians were so wrapped up in their world of archetypes and symbols, if to them someone telling them a dream is a "bit like feeding a complex quadratic equation to someone who really enjoys math" and not one of them even explored the almost too-obvious reference of an elephant in the room, then what does it say about the entire Jungian enterprise?
Well, actually it says nothing about the entire Jungian enterprise. My daughter tells of her surprise when she went off to college and she learned that not every family talked each morning at the breakfast table about what they had dreamed; she thought that was normal, given that she had as parents two psychotherapists interested in dreams. But my daughter did not expect that the telling of a dream at the breakfast table would lead to a detailed analysis of the dream, its significance to the dreamer and/or suggestions for working with the dream. She didn't expect that because she knew that telling a dream at the breakfast table is not the same as working on a dream in analysis, in a dream group or even in one's own journal.
It's a little unfair, I know, to jump onto that small bit of what is a long and interesting piece. But it got my back up a little because it is not terribly unlike things that therapists experience often -- an expectation that we are always wearing our Therapist hat, always experiencing interactions with the eye and ear of a therapist. I have had the experience of having people assume I am analyzing them while we are in social situations often enough to have begun to say when someone nervously laughs at discovering I am a therapist, "Don't worry. I only work when I am paid." I can't forget what I know as a therapist, but I don't employ that knowledge, that kind of listening in casual conversation either.
The reporter in this case was not a patient. She was at the breakfast table in a hotel with several analysts whom she hardly knew. That is certainly not the setting for looking more deeply into the dream she shared when the question was asked of the group if any had had dreams. And it is not the Jungian way for the analyst to tell the dreamer what the dream means, because in the Jungian framework, the dreamer is the expert about her own dreams. Corbett writes of having continued to think about the dream and of telling it to other analysts as she encountered them. But she doesn't say anything about her own efforts to understand the dream nor does she seem to have asked any of the analysts to help her to understand the dream better -- that would be to deal with the dream in a more serious and less than a by-the-way manner. That she did not get a detailed analysis from anyone she asked and instead was asked rather broad questions, questions she could use herself to explore the dream if she wished seems reasonable.
When someone outside of a therapeutic context asks me about a dream, I too offer rather open questions as a way for the dreamer, on her own, to look at the dream. Questions like the analysts at the breakfast table asked Corbett:
"What do elephants mean to you?" Martin asked after I relayed my dream.
"I like elephants," I said. "I admire elephants."
"There's Ganesha," Furlotti said, more to Martin than to me. "Ganesha is an Indian god of wisdom."
"Elephants are maternal," Martin offered, "very caring."
They spent a few minutes puzzling over the archetypal role of the kindergarten teacher. "How do you feel about her?" "Would you say she is more like a mother figure or more like a witch?"
They don't tell her what the dream means. They don't analyze it. They ask a few broad questions. And then it is for her to work with the dream herself, or to approach one of them to help her with it in a more appropriate setting, a better container for such work than the breakfast table in a hotel.
Gyllenhaal goes on in his piece making his own interpretation of the dream and the places it leads him and I recommend reading it. And thanks, Stephen, for giving me the opportunity to talk about a pet peeve!

