“Dreams often speak the truth that waking life cannot.” – C.G. Jung
I found myself in a high-rise apartment on the 20th floor.
It wasn’t just tall — it felt surreal.
There were two balconies: one large, attached to the living room, and a smaller one at the end of the hallway.
My girlfriend and another woman were quietly cooking in the kitchen, their movements oddly muted.
I looked down and saw a leftover chicken bone on the floor. I picked it up and tossed it out the balcony without thinking.
Then, it happened.
My dog, Shiru, leaped after it.
I froze. I collapsed.
My scream didn’t even sound like mine.
I looked down, heart racing, breath stolen — and then I saw him.
Shiru was alive.
Bloody, limping, but trying to move.
I shouted, “Shiru!! You’re alive!” and ran to the other balcony.
My girlfriend didn’t react at first.
I screamed, “He jumped! From the roof! But he’s alive!”
She burst into tears and ran downstairs.
I followed her.
Paramedics were already holding Shiru.
One of them turned to me gently and said:
“He’s okay. Please take him to the hospital.”
And right then, I realized…
It was a dream.
But the pain in my chest?
The tears in my eyes?
They were very, very real.
“The dream is a little hidden door in the innermost and most secret recesses of the soul.” – C.G. Jung
This was not a random nightmare.
This was my unconscious speaking.
Shiru was not just a dog.
He was my Self — the symbolic core of who I am.
His fall represented the descent into the unconscious.
His survival was the possibility of integration, of emotional healing.
The 20th floor represented the world of reason and order.
The fall, the chaos.
And the climb back?
That was the real message.
My girlfriend, too, symbolized something deeper.
In Jungian psychology, she was the Anima —
the emotional, intuitive side of myself.
At first, she didn’t respond —
just as I had been ignoring my own feelings.
But eventually, she wept and acted —
as I must.
This dream reminded me:
No matter how far I fall, I can rise again.
Even if I limp.
Even if I bleed.
Even if I forget who I am for a while.
I will return to myself.
Because I am still alive.
Where is your Shiru?
Is he limping somewhere in the dark, waiting for you?
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