In Artemidorus, a son dreams that he saw his father perish in a burning house.
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“Hans Schmid” was underlined in red, and “(seep. 206)” was evidently a later addition by Jung in red.
Schmid died on April 21, of blood sepsis following treatment for a minor injury. Jung wrote an obituary that began:
“Life is in truth a battle, in which friends and faithful companions-in-arms sink away, struck by the wayward bullet.
SorrowfullyI see the passing of a comrade, who for more than twenty years shared with me the experiment of life and the adventure of the modern spirit” (CW 18, § 1713).
On p. 206 of Book 7, Jung wrote sometime in the early 1950s: I dreamt in June 1931:
in Tibet. From a vast valley I look up to a gigantic mountainside:
On the very top one can see dark openings to caves.-Suddenly I am up there and approach a cave opening from the right.
In the cave I see a black rectangular stone (like polished marble) like an altar or sarcophagus.
Suddenly H. Schmid rises from behind, as i he had lain behind the stone. I have got the impression that I am not allowed to come closer.
Next to me is a small manikin, consisting of flames , a real demonic familiaris, which means my vital spirit.
/ When I wake up, I think that this indicates the death of H. Sch.
/ In July of the same year H . Sch., who owned a summer cabin in the Jura, had a conversation with the local forest ranger, about which he told me in the autumn.
He had a beautiful old fir tree [Wettertanne] in front of his house. He said to the ranger, that he was worried, that the storm might break it one day.
But the ranger said: “The tree is going to get older than you, Doctor!”
In August the storm broke the fir five meters above the ground. H . Sch. had the impression that when the ranger was talking with him, the tree meant his life tree.
Naturally he was struck deeply when the tree was broken. In September (c.) he had an accident with his car.
He started to glide in a corner and crashed with the side of the car into a tree.
Later that autumn he, together with his wife, who drove, when overtaking, got caught between two cars and was squeezed.
In January he said to his wife at once: “I know what you think. think that I should talk to Jung.”
(His previous illness was remarkably and enduringly healed, after he had spoken with me about his father complex!)
His wife said: “Yes, indeed.” But he didn’t do anything.
At the end of January he dreamed:
In a wonderful heroic scenery, meeting with a “beautiful lady” on a horse, who has a saddled horse with her.
She invites him for a ride. He rides with her full of joy through the magnificent landscape.
They come to a beautiful country house, where the lady lives. She invites him to relax at the sofa.
As he lies down, she approaches him with a whip and says:
“You keep lying here and will never get up!” (Information from his wife.) / At the beginning of March he turned over in his car.
Remarkably the other three passengers were unharmed.
Only in his case a tiny fragment of glass had entered his arteria radialis at his wrist.
A somewhat incompetent country doctor stitched his wound. Following this gangrenous phlegmon and death.
/His friend E. Sti.-. told me, that she had dreamed three weeks before his death (hence before his accident), that H. Sch. would die in the Barnes of a fire (cj>:\eyμou~)-
In Artemidorus, a son dreams that he saw his father perish in a burning house. Three days later he himself died of a feverish disease.
In 1936 Jung discussed the work of Artemidorus (second century CE) on dreams: C.G. Jung, Dream Interpretation Ancient and Modern: Notes from the Seminar Given in 1936- 1941, ed. John Peck, Lorenz Jung, and Maria Meyer-Gross (Princeton: Princeton University Press/ Philemon Series, 2014). ~The Black Books, Vol. VII, Page 246,-247, fn 277
