Or is it just that I'm so obsessed about this election that even my subconscious is getting in on the act?
You'll recall (or maybe you won't) a month or so ago I asked if anyone else was having dreams about politicians. I'd been having dreams that featured a certain tall distinguished presidential candidate, and was wondering if this is normal or if I should reserve a rubber room at the Ritz.
Much to my relief, many of you said you'd had politicians show up in your dreams. Whew! But now I've had another one, with a whole different set of symbols. Amateur shrinks, read on . . .
Previous dreams featured our hero and a boat -- first helping me up into a pontoon boat, then there was our hero and a motorboat, and then my husband and I welcomed our hero to town when he landed at the dock in a big cruiser. (Hmmm, more powerful boat each time, huh? I detect significance. Or not.)
Now last night in the dream there's a bunch of my women friends, we're all at some resort, we're all in a tizzy over some formal event coming right up and we have to get ready, where's my sequined top, where are my shoes, give me that lipstick -- and there's our smiling hero -- he's there to give away the bride. (Who's the bride? Not stated. No boats anywhere to be seen.) Whole different shift of symbols. Hmmm!
Okay, amateur shrinks. What would Jung say?