|Head by Salvatore Vuono|
Back on track to my topic of dreams. The ones that I remember used to be few and far between, relatively disturbing and normally would have attracted an 18 rating if committed to a digital format. Below is a paraphrased conversation that I had the day after one of these. To protect the innocent all names had been changed, apart from mine of course, even though I'm as pure as the driven snow too!
LG: I had a really strange dream last night.
Ms. X: Oooh! Was it a dirty one?
LG: 'Fraid so and Mr Y was in it.
Ms X: Eugh! You didn't have sex with him!
LG: No but you did!
|Happy Pills by Posterize|
So for example in the last three nights, I've watched a gripping tale of my efforts to reclaim a piece of jewellery that I'd donated to a charity sale when I found out it was valuable. Louis and I starred in our own travel documentary in Amsterdam, a city that we haven't yet visited in reality. After climbing loads of rickety ladders that joined together dark cobbled streets we arrived at a luxury day spa and avoided the exhorbitent admission charges by sneaking in a back way. The most bizarre was an action adventure type of 'movie' where a squadron of Japanese fighter bombers invaded Exeter, left the majority of the population and buildings unharmed but invaded the prison where they committed mass genocide.
So...if there are any Jungian analysts out there among you who can provide serious accurate insight about what particular parts of my subconscious are being brought to the surface I'd be interested to know. Anyone else is welcome to come up with their own imaginative ideas about what my dreams might reveal - the more outlandish the better!