As I said before, I’ll leave the dream blogs to masterful dream bloggers like Officer Cool, but man oh man, I had a doozy of a dream last night.
I dreamt that I was attending a black tie dinner party with a crowd of well-dressed white people. Everyone was eating and drinking around a large round table. It was all very normal, except: The party’s hosts were not only obliged to feed and entertain the guests, but act as surrogates for their bodily needs. In other words, the hosts were constantly leaving the table to urinate and excrete for the guests. I congratulated myself for having the good etiquette not to add to the hostess’s “duties” by making her use the bathroom for me.
Freudian Analysis. To Freud, all dreams are about wish-fulfillment and displaced symbolism. Freud had a famous dream that he called “The museum of human excrement”. In this dream, Freud cleansed a chair that was covered in excrement by urinating on it. Upon later analysis, Freud felt the dream signified his wish to cure the world of hysteria and perversion, and demonstrated that he was a superman capable of greatness.
Based on this, I interpret my dream as evidence that I don’t need psychotherapy. And I’m awed by the ability of my subconscious to be ironic.
