Carl Jung tried to Murder Me

I had the single most interesting dream of my life.

As the day progresses details become fuzzy, but general impressions remain.

I was in a large structure, stone floor and walls, but no ceiling. It was an other-worldly complex in which I was being shown or presented some kind of abstract representation of various levels of consciousness.... I think...

At one point in the dream I stood in a room, being shown a large image, some kind of visual depiction of a green-grey geometric pattern, which was associated with absolute destruction. I don't think the absolute destruction was physical; but rather, was psychological. When I woke up at 2:30 in a state of panic, the first thing I thought of was Carl Jung.

I say this because I think that the dream also encompassed a physical manifestation or depiction of other images associated with... or at least interpreted by my dream-state as aspects of Jungian archetypes. Im' not really sure why this is. I think its probably because I have read a few books about Jungian psychology, and thats the closest vocabulary I would have to try explaining an abstract dream like this.

In any event, it was bizarre and terrifying. The odd thing is, I can't think of any specific aspect of the dream that should have been frightening. I wasn't being stabbed or falling off a building, as far as I remember, the terror of the dream was purely derived from internal and subconscious archetypal imagery, far more abstract than anything which should have caused me to wake up terrified. I don't know why or how a greenish-greyish structure of stacked cubes would represent the destruction of my internal self, but apparently it does.

It kind of makes me want to read Jung on Christianity again. Its one of the best books I have ever read.