Dreams

My Aunt Gloria is a beautiful woman. When I was younger, I used to have nightmares that she would touch me and make me old.

I've been afraid of aging for quite some time now.

Every morning, I tell my live in boyfriend my dreams. He isn't a morning person, and this doesn't help matters. His mother also doesn't like when people explain their dreams to her either; I can see where this would get annoying, but I can't stop myself. I have trouble with impulse control.

Ever have someone say to you "guess what I dreamt last night?" My childhood best friend used to do that, and would actually make me guess. "Unicorns?" "No.", "Aliens?", "No!" I never understood where she got off getting frustrated; the subconsciously is limitless.

She was pretty self centered.

Freud believed dreams were attempts to resolve internal conflicts. In summary, if you are able to remember your dream, it signifies that your ego is tolerant of the conflict. This a good thing, otherwise your ego suppresses the conflict.

Too bad, most people aren't trained in dream analysis, because half the time dreams are so convoluted, no one knows what they mean.

A famous (and my favorite) dream analysis case study involved an anorexic who kept dreaming she lived at 180th street. In her waking life, this was not true. It was a recurring dream and the analyst was unaware of her anorexia. In each session, the pt felt compelled to tell the analyst her dream. Eventually, the analyst said to her:

So how long have you been starving yourself.....

1- I
8 - ate
0- nothing.

The analyst's response was the therapy equivalent to “BOOM, ROASTED”.

Ever see Rudy? It's about a boy whose dream of being a football player at Notre Dame comes true. That's a great movie.

I firmly believe that dreams really do come true, but you have to work hard. Hard like Rudy.