My Dream Cure

I was 40 years old and we were on holiday in Waterford. We were staying in a caravan at a campsite in Ardmore. The beach was a few minutes’ walk from our caravan so I would jog along that beautiful beach every day. I had taken up running at the age of 13 when I joined the school cross country team and grew to love it so much that I never stopped. I would jog for miles and feel rejuvenated after the experience. Jogging became my daily meditation. However on this particular day about twelve years ago I decided to sprint the last few hundred metres and in doing so I felt pain in the achilles tendon of my left ankle. I stopped and thought nothing more about it. The next day I was unable to jog comfortably and from that day onwards I experienced pain every time I thought I was ready to resume my favourite past time. I could feel a knot in the Achilles tendon and as time went on I also started to develop sciatica above my right buttock. When after months of not running I eventually decided to seek medical attention, my doctor referred me to receive a course of physiotherapy at the local hospital. After many sessions the condition remained as bad as it ever was. I then decided to go private believing that I would receive higher quality treatment if I had to pay for it myself. I tried a few different physiotherapists but though in some cases they did manage to alleviate the pain for a short while it always returned and I also started putting on weight.

I had all the while periodically been asking my dreams for help but was unable to make any sense of the images I received. Mustering as much emotion as I could before going to sleep one night I begged my dream for help. I had by now already grown to expect an answer so the next morning when I woke up I remembered walking on the side of a mountain along a path. I was with someone but only remember feeling a presence and could not recall who the person was. After walking a while we turned and walked back in the opposite direction along the path. All the while I felt as if I was being urged to notice something.

In telling my wife about my dream it suddenly came to me. The mountain side is sloped! That beach I had run along in Ardmore is also sloped. I had no problem jogging until I was on the return journey and especially when I put added pressure on my body by sprinting the last few hundred metres. I realised that the problem was the slope and if my right leg was shorter than my left then that would explain how I had injured myself. I had my legs measured and my right leg is slightly shorter than my left. I also noticed that I often stood with my left leg bent and I now knew why.

I purchased a pair of foot insoles with arch support and a silicone heel cup. I then used super glue to stick the heel cup to the right insole. To this day I am using the cure I made myself. I later found out that my remedy is called an orthotic. I did actually go to a professional to have one made for me but I ended up going back to the one I made for myself.

Interesting to note many clients coming to me for Hypno-Psychotherapy for various other conditions also suffered from the same problem I had. I was able to suggest they try my cure and when it worked they saw me as a miracle worker and that can only have strengthened the all important ingredient of rapport in the success of the work I do.

Before you go to sleep tonight ask your dream to help you solve a problem. Beg for an answer conjuring up as much emotion as you can and expect to receive an answer. Don’t forget to thank your dream in the morning. Even your subconscious likes being appreciated.

My dreams are a very important part of my life and I consider dream analysis to be vital component of my work as a Hypno-Psychotherapist. If you wish me to write more about dreams and how you can learn the language of your own dreams please leave a comment.