ABSTRACT
Trauma speaks in dreaming, and dreaming spins webs around trauma in order to digest it partially. The fact that dreaming does not stop means that we never give up on ourselves. It is necessary and useful to give up for a time and stop self-bashing. But, like ants and bees, we regroup and keep on coming. Dream-work incessantly signals states of self, often mangled, strangulated threads of being, dangers, obstacles, impossibilities – and refuses to stay still. Dream-work is in constant motion. It does not stop trying to digest the indigestible. It creates mixtures of honey and horror and vision. Death is terrifying but is bound to psychic damage. Psyche fuses death and damage. Death and damage are omnipresent irritants. Self is the greater filter. Self alone and self to self. Death is mediated through self, through damaged bonds that colour self.
