Lucid Dreaming: How to Heal Your Life and Increase Your Power

By Tessa Schlesinger

Too few of us know that dream therapy is the ultimate tool to heal our hurts and bring power to our lives. Using lucid dreaming techniques in combination with dream therapy enables us to remove traumatic events from the past as well as change behaviour patterns that impacts our confidence.

Dream therapy deals with the iinterpretation of dreams while lucid dreaming enables the abilityt to intervene in dreams and change the template that influences our behaviour.

Tessa Schlesinger discovered the power of lucid dreaming more than three decades ago, and has since then, applied it to remove the effects of intensive childhood abuse as well as the effects of post-traumatic stress disorder.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tessa Schlesinger
• Release date: Jun 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463035726

Tessa Schlesinger

You could say I've been a writer (almost) from birth. In a life of chaos and inconsistency, the one thing that has united all the different threads is my writing.

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Lucid Dreaming:

How to Heal Your Life and Increase Your Power

Tessa Schlesinger

Copyright © 2019 third edition Tessa Schlesinger

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Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1: Dreaming and the Human Mind

Chapter 2: What Science Says About Dreams

Chapter 3: Lucid Dreaming: Example and Method

Chapter 4: Extreme Trauma and Dream Therapy

Chapter 5: Depression and Dreams

Chapter 6: The Benefits of Dream Therapy

In Conclusion

Introduction

Lucid Dreaming came quite unexpectedly into my life in late fall 1981.

For some six or seven years, I had been having horrendous nightmares. In my dreams, I would be surrounded by snakes – big snakes, small snakes, colourful snakes, pitch black snakes, and all of them would be slithering all over me.

I tried not to let it affect me when I woke up in the morning, but it was enough that I started searching for the meaning of dreams. As a result of a somewhat classical education, I knew at the back of my mind that all those dream interpretation books were nonsense, but I was desperate.

The meaning most often purported by various authors was that snakes were a phallic system, but they were also a symbol of regeneration.

Nowhere in these books did they give any indication of how the reader was to eradicate anything that resembled a nightmare.

Being a young twenty five years old when these dreams first started occurring, I decided to sleep with a man or two.

It didn’t help. The dreams kept coming.

And so it was that I accepted them, continued with my life, got married, and half a dozen years later found myself seated in front of a TV screen watching a documentary on Carl Jung’s dream interpretation.

Jung maintained that the dreams were a symbol of something else, and that we needed to ask ourselves what those symbols could mean. Apparently, the symbols were unique to the person having the dream, and they represented something that the dreamer was familiar with.

Initially I couldn’t work it out. Then, in a moment of inspiration, I asked myself what else in my life did I have the same feeling that I had towards those snakes.

I’m a quick study, and it took me less than a minute to frame the question.

Snakes fascinated me (I love Mother Nature), but at the same time they frightened me to death.

What, I asked myself, fascinated me to an equal extent but also frightened me to death?

The answer flashed into my mind immediately.

People!

I’m not quite sure why, but I felt instant anger. It was true. People did fascinate me, and I loved them, but I had been the victim of so much abuse from them that they also frightened me. I desperately wanted to have friends the way other people did, but I had never had a friend in my life, and I did not understand why. I tried so hard, but still the nastiness and malice came to me from all sides.

I think part of the anger was that I had gone through all those years dreaming of something which gave me the absolute creeps, and that added to the frustration of not knowing why people responded so negatively to me, and the entire angered me.

I made up my mind there and then that if those snakes invaded my dreams again that night, I was going to take the biggest, meanest, automatic machine gun and shoot the lot of them!

Naturally, I could hardly wait to fall asleep that night. I was completely ready to read them the riot act, shoot the lot of them and never have them come near me again!

As it so happens, I certainly did dream of snakes that night. In my dream I was sleeping in the spare bed room of my parent’s house, and all around me, on the bed, there were snakes slithering around me – on top of me, underneath me, on the side of me, and everywhere I looked. The quality of the dream was different, though. As the dream unfolded, I was able to step into my dream, fully conscious, lift the gun and shoot them.

Unhappily, this was not the powerful machine gun that I had envisaged. Instead it was a pop gun, and it shot out ping pong balls. A gun was a gun, however, and I shot them. As I lifted that weapon, the snakes scattered.

In the morning, when I woke up, I felt different.

I was also determined that the next night, I would have the best, deadliest machine gun I could dream of, and those snakes would get a pounding of their lives. I felt powerful. The snakes had run, hadn’t they?

That night, sure enough, the snakes were there, but instead of my entire bed being swamped with them, there were only a handful. Unhappily, once more, it was only a pop gun that I found in my hands. I raised the gun, shot, and the snakes were gone.

I never dreamt about snakes again – not for another decade. That was during my divorce process when I dreamt of a big python with my husband’s face. It was a once-off. I have never dreamt about snakes again.

That wasn’t the end of the story, though.

It took a few days for me to notice that my fear of people had disappeared. It has never returned. I also think it’s fair to say that a lot of my anger in wanting to shoot those snakes with the most deadly weapon I could lay hands on had