I'm a dreamer

The subject of dream interpretation is one that is very subjective, but also very interesting. There are people that make careers out of this area, and to some extent dream interpretation falls under the realm of psychoanalysis and "shrinks", "quacks".

Sigmund Freud, the famous psychologist, in his 1899 book entitled "The Interpretation of Dreams", wrote "every dream will reveal itself as a psychological structure, full of significance, and one which may be assigned to a specific place in the psychic activities of the waking state."
One of the main conclusions Freud made was that dreams are in essence fantasies of wish-fulfillment, meaning dreams were our subconscious expressing a yearning for something we lacked in real life.

I don't normally remember my dreams. This one however has stuck with me. Work it out.

I was waiting for my girlfriend, who happens to be Korean, outside my old workplace Myer. I'd been waiting for a little while when I thought, ok, to pass the time I'll go inside and browse for a bit. Then for some reason, a whole gang of Koreans is offended and starts chasing me out of the store.

I high-tail it out of the store, then at the stairwell I come across my old workmates, who are a pretty straight & narrow kinda crowd. For some reason they're all smoking weed and just chilling (the Korean gang meanwhile seems to be lost trying to get out of the store) when one of my friends starts confronting me about the Koreans. We start fighting and I throw him off the stairs to my horror, then I check to see if he's ok and call out to my other friends to call an ambulance. Then the Korean gang arrives so I start fleeing again.

I run a couple of blocks and somehow find myself in Tokyo. Yes, Tokyo. My brain goes "ok, I'm in trouble, I'm in their hood now, so I better hide." There's specifically a red paddy wagon-looking car that they're driving, so I hide underneath a bin, and watch them drive past.

I am relieved that I escaped the Korean gangbangers, then I realise I'm next to a Japanese school. (I suppose this makes sense cos I'm in Tokyo). A Japanese teacher comes up to me and starts berating me in Japanese cos I'm in the school corridor blocking the way.

I woke up at this point.

My conclusions according to my research into dream interpretation-
Cos there's a stairwell in my dream, I'm dreaming about having sex. And cos I'm waiting for my girlfriend, I'm dreaming about having sex with my girlfriend.

I think there's a career change in the offing here. Or at least a book.


(It must be said that Freud revised his book several times- at one point including a large section devoted entirely to phallic symbols, anything from a tower, to a tree, to a flight of stairs, ladders, somehow denoted the sexual act. Hmmm)