Dream of running with family from war and later returning home, told during an event for foundation to counselling students, Goldsmiths, University of London, 10th March 2022.
I am in a city at home with my family, there is myself, my dad, mum, and little brother and sister. It is night-time and outside it is a war zone, we can hear the gunshots. We run outside to try to escape, there is noise everywhere and we can see the red brick buildings of the city. We are then at a petrol station which has four long alleyways, like crossroads, as entrances. The noise gets louder. My dad says that we need to stay, he is very keen to stay but I urge everyone to go. We spin round and see the enemy on horses, like the cavalry, coming along one alleyway, and so run the other way. There are then leaking drains, with water filling up the road. I see two pairs of shoes, one pair are black with a white tick on them. I grab one pair and think that I won’t see the other pair again. There is now more water than we expected and we are swimming as well as running. I then see that my father isn’t there, because he can’t swim, and I’m very sad as I realise I had only been thinking about myself rather than helping him. I’m then imagining coming back to the house much later, and finding there are people in the house. I circle around the outside of the house, and am tense. I knock on the door wondering who is in our old house. I go inside the house and see a young man sitting in a green armchair with a gun on his lap, which is pointing at me. They are the last of the conquered people in the city.
Dr Julia Lockheart