My first T had me do this. I had this long complicated dream about a circus where all these children were being held prisoner and forced to perform by this abusive ringmaster. The little kids were too subdued and upset to perform, and just kept weeping. There was this one kid that was super abusive also and would beat the other children to please the ringmaster. Suddenly, this golden haired child swept in on horseback and took over the performing and was doing such a great that the ringmaster actually left the kids alone and left the tent. After the ringmaster left, the golden child went over to the abusive child and slit his throat (and even in the dream, I KNEW I was both the golden child and the abusive child). Then the gold child cut a slit in the tent and started just shoving the weeping children out of the tent to safety. Not abusively, but without any feeling, just scooping them up and shoving them out. The ringmaster came back in part way through and the golden child just beat the ringmaster to death.

So, I tell this whole dream to my T, and he introduces the idea that I am not just the golden child and the abusive child, I am ALL of the children. I rejected that kid completely. NO way were those weepy, whiny little creatures anything to do with me. Anyway, my T had me consciously work on comforting those whiny little creatures. I asked if I should try to stop killing the ringmaster. He said nope, ringmaster gets what he deserves. LOL.