Chuck wrote:
Ho ho!! ! Well, from the dream fairies, of course!
One of which I am on Wednesdays. Gromit's got Thursdays, so he'll be busy tonight.
The day job is interfering with the flow of the creative juices, so the last weeks I've just piped my own dreams. They've been stuck on pickles lately, mostly gherkins, but not exclusively. So if, last night, you had a dream about a jar of pickled strawberries and sandstones, and trying to bring them to life with a lightning rod and a handy thunderstorm, that was one of mine.
I have asked my psychoanalyst for an interpretation. He says the strawberries represent my father, who I want to sleep with, the sandstone my mother, who I want to kill, and the vinegar represents Eros. He doesn't explain why, in the dream, I try to bring the whole content of the jar to life. He also gave me the same interpretation for the dream about being four lobsters, the one about the desert, and the one about dying and being condemned to haunt Bognor Regis. He says it's the Elektra complex, that all teenage girls have it, and he reassures me that transference is a perfectly normal process, and that it is only to be expected that I want to sleep with him, the analyst, because he represents my father. The analyst is firmly convinced that I am both a teenager and a girl, despite all evidence to the contrary.
The only reason why I still go is that I convinced him that transference means he has to pay me $80/hour. If I can get him to agree to daily sessions, I can give up my day job and get back to designing dreams that make
sense. Rational Dreams R Us, that's my company, and it's time it produced a steady output.
Nan, I don't think Chuck is the only one bringing goodies home from a pharmacy!