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The Interpretation of a Dream
来源：洪恩论坛 Canuck's Comments
日期：2006-5-30
作者：sonnet.
阅读：2592 次
The Interpretation of a Dream
I have a short siesta yesterday. Probably because I was extremely tired and all
sorts of things were still simmering in my mind before I fell in sleep, I had an
extremely detailed and implicative dream. Hence, after waking up, I consciously
recollected it and decided to write it down and mull over it afterwards.
First I was in a hairdresser’s and waited to be served. The errand told me the
hairdresser I wanted went away and I needed to sit down and wait for him if I insisted on his service. For that I did. The hairdresser came up about half an hour later. He didn’t seem to care about it at all. It was strange though I felt
confused about his appearance. It seemed I hadn’t had my hair trimmed by him, but in the meanwhile I felt I knew him somewhere before.
Somewhat the setting suddenly changed to another one. I was dating with the hairdresser. He kissed me. But he still didn’t seem to care about it. I was thinking I had to hurry to somewhere after hanging out with him. Actually I was telling
myself I didn’t care about it either. He didn’t appear to be my style, nor I
his.
I went home afterwards. Stepping in the gate of my family’s house, I saw my father, mother, and sister. They were all there, sitting in front of TV. They seemed to expect something when I walked into the gate. My father was near to the gate the most when I walked in. He looked at me with a complaining look. I couldn’
t remember what he said exactly, but he must be very dissatisfied with me, for in the twilight his look somewhat came out, clearly and vividly. He was agitated.
Pasting my father, I come across my mother and my sister. My sister fetched me over some cash. I was embarrassed and sat there sulking and feeling awkward afterwards. The TV play was still on. I couldn’t figure out for sure what it was about. What I could remember was just four of us sitting in the dark. Silence penetrated in the air.
Another setting: Somewhat I came to the dry beach. Afar I saw some birds nestling half in the sky. They were seagulls. I should feel mystified, given that the flocking seagulls gathering around the nest appeared very odd, but didn’t. I sat
on the dry beach and looked up those seagulls and the sunset behind them. I was
alone. The whole bank was empty. The sea was still and calm. I was telling myself with calmness too that I was fine and everything was just all right.
As I said I had been thinking of a lot of things before I had the siesta. Somewhat my dream continued my thoughts and disorderedly put my thoughts into vivid situations. I remember the hairdresser now. He was actually not a hairdresser. I
saw him in the disco place near our house. He was random. His appearing in my dream as a hairdresser was random too. That I allowed him to kiss me seemed to imply that I didn’t care who I dated and kissed me, which was diametrically opposite to the reality. I dreamed of that was because my sister said to me the other
day that I only cared for my friend and implied I was too shortsighted if I overtook relationship over any others. The dream showed my agitation towards her words in a contradictory way.
My father sat there with a sulking look reminded me of another situation in reality. I called them very irregularly not long time ago, and on the phone my father complained about it. When I heard him complain, my mind actually made out his
face, which wore exactly the same look as that in my dream. About my mother and
sister: when I was in school my sister gave me money after my mother’s suggestion. My mother said to me that I should remember what my sister did to me and, if possible, should return the favor after I graduated from school. In the dream
when my sister gave me the cash, my mother sat there with a knowing-all look. They apparently had discussed it and made the decision together. Silence and awkwardness afterwards was the feeling I always had when I asked after my parents on
the phone.
The scene on the beach was pretty random. Though in reality I was impressed by the beach, the sea, the sleek seagulls, the sunset, and the gusty wind, the scene
appearing in my dream itself was pretty random. I guess I was just thinking I was fine and was willing to continue the general direction I was going for. That
I was alone was because, though there are plenty of people doing things like I am doing now, around me I was the only one who chose to be sort of a freelance. I
was feeling great in the dream seemed to be a wish-fulfillment, for in reality
I wasn’t, not yet.
Freud said it was likely that the content of a dream derived from the nearest past, and what’s back at the dreamer’s mind was likely to reappear in the dream,
with a distorted and even absurd way though. And if something that happened in
the remote past suddenly appeared in the dream, it wasn’t random: It must be because the dreamer had associated it somewhat in the preceding days. The thread of association dragged back the memory of the far past, renewed it in the dreamer
’s mind, and thus made it appear in the dream again possible and implicative.
In this sense, mulling over the dream wasn’t meaningless to me. It somewhat became a window where I could peep through and see more clearly what’s in my mind.
What appeared in the dream was likely to be what bothered me the most and needed
to be solved or mollified the soonest. Hence, somewhat I was glad that I had read some of Freud’s books. They proved to be useful and helpful in a way that I
hadn’t expected.
