In this one, I was lying in restless sleep in my own bed, when a figure, a man, came at me. He tried to get under my covers, and I cried out, "You can't get into bed with me. I'm a married woman!" Very theatrical — and strange enough, but the details are even more peculiar. Of course I'm not a woman — I'm an octogenarian man — but not in the dream. Secondly the man who was trying to attack me, though identifiably male, had the face of a stereotypical witch — long crooked nose, verrucose almost echinulate skin, etc. In addition, my bedmate, who in real life is a woman, was, in the dream, male. That's a heck of a lot of gender confusion for one dream fragment.
What is most memorable, however, is my plaintive cry — "you can't get into my bed. I'm a married woman." How to interpret this sentence? I can invent any number of bizarre "'Freudian" theories, but in fact I have no idea, except for the opinion that I've expressed before on this blog, that I'm a mighty dull, conventional fellow from 7am to 11pm, but from 11pm until morning, I'm crazy imaginative, unconventional, and possibly even interesting.
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