Six weeks after his death my father appeared to me in a dream.
Suddenly he stood before me and said that he was coming back from his holiday.
He had made a good recovery and was now coming home.
I thought he would be annoyed with me for having moved into his room. But not a bit of it! Nevertheless, I felt ashamed because I had imagined he was dead.
Two days later the dream was repeated. My father had recovered and was coming home, and again I reproached myself because I had thought he was dead.
Later I kept asking myself: “What does it mean that my father returns in dreams and that he seems so real?”
It was an unforgettable experience, and it forced me for the first time to think about life after death.
With the death of my father difficult problems arose concerning the continuation of my studies.
Some of my mother’s relations took the view that I ought to look for a clerk’s job in a business house, so as to earn money as quickly as possible.
My mother’s youngest brother offered to help her, since her resources were not nearly sufficient to live on.
An uncle on my father’s side helped me. At the end of my studies I owed him three thousand francs.
The rest I earned by working as a junior assistant and by helping an aged aunt dispose of her small collection of antiques.
I sold them piece by piece at good prices, and received a very welcome percentage. ~Carl Jung; Memories Dreams and Reflections
Image: Carl Jung to the right, his father to the left, his mother sitting and his sister Gertrud (Trudi) behind. 1893.