It’s truth may be pregnant with blocks to its realization by denying the collective consciousness from coming true.
Speaking for my self, the admission of the significance of dreams, in times of great anxiety,
comes true.
Here is a sample: Last night I dreamt of cock roaches invading the area above my bed-headboard. They came through in large groups through a hole in the wall.
Then I went on line around 4 am, and found this forum. I thought of some interrelation of the dream,
with the topic at hand, with the thought that such
nexus may have some interest.
The cock roach exhibits three meanings according to an interpretation: filth, resilience, and farther flung meaning, such as the ‘roach’ of the marijuana stump.
This last one is interesting because I have been actively searching for a part time job, where testing for traces of ‘grass’ is part of the hiring process.
All three interpretations of the Dream are relevant here, and although no clear meaning can be related in the dream to a de ja vu experience, recollection of prior mental states can be applied to both.
In my state of anxiety, I believe, the collectively repressed or forgotten memory, may come true both ways, simultaneously, or singly. Not to be left out are farther out connections as Kafka’s ‘Metamorphosis’ suggesting a more general idea.
That such psychic symbols, emerging out of the well ordered, rational world, uniting in variously overlapping areas of significance, point to the total inclusion of all symbols under the umbrella of the collective unconscious.
Finally, the last curative attempt of the collective is signified in the meaning in the marijuana roach symbolizing the vary last pleasurable, albeit unreal treatment of life, before that roach also burns off, bringing forth the extreme necessity of facing Reality.
For me, that reality subsists of letting go , a lifetime construction of the intentional unreal world of representations, and facing directly those which life forces me to face.
In a sense, then, de ja vu has a very wide net of bringing a major theme consisting of an inescapable collision with a reality, I have so long been holding back in bay.
Now, dealing with it, it’s another story, and retreat at this juncture is not an option any longer.