EDGE Exclusive: Expert Analyzes Readers’ Dreams

by Matthew WexlerEDGE Media Network ContributorFriday July 24, 2020 The stress of the global pandemic, unprecedented unemployment and a bickering federal government have all contributed to our subconscious working overtime these days. Fortunately, dream analyst and author Layne Dalfen has some answers for a few of our synapse-stimulated readers. We asked EDGE readers to share some of…

Globe and Mail Special

In 1993, Christy Ann Conlin quit her job as an Ottawa file clerk and headed to Germany with her boyfriend. “I had no clue what I wanted to do with my life,” she recalls.

Until one night, after she fell into a deep sleep.

“In my dream, I was Madonna’s file clerk,” she recalls. “As I worked in this dusty chamber, she told me tales of her own success, which she’d achieved by daring to aspire beyond the ordinary.”

The Mirror

If you’re one of those people who naively think others might be the least bit interested in hearing about your dreams yet keep finding yourself disappointed upon learning nobody does, take heart in the knowledge that an entire conference devoted to dreams and their interpretation will be taking place in Montreal from Tuesday, July 8 to Saturday, July 12 at Hôtel Auberge Universel (5000 Sherbrooke E.). Not only that, but in honour of the conference and a simultaneous dream-themed art exhibit that will be running at the Gallery Art Neuf (3819 Calixa-Lavallée) all summer long, the city of Montreal has officially declared the week in question to be “Dream Week.”

Gazette

Had her own dreams analyzed: “I was 21 years old and unable to articulate my feelings,” Dalfen said. “So instead, I would talk to him about my dreams. It was the first time I learned that we could solve our problems through our dreams. Dream analysis is an investigation, like solving a puzzle. You attach the dream to the problem”

HOUR Magazine

I’m driving through the countryside near my home, just me and my truck, chewing thoughts like long grass, when I’m jolted by the sound of screaming steel overhead. I look up in time to see the jumbo jet just before it explodes into the road. And then an awesome, enveloping silence. I’m alone, climbing through the wreckage, terrified of what I’m going to find, and there’s nothing I can do.