I dream that exams are coming and I have nothing signed off. My year out is over. Every extension used up. We are converging on the university from all directions with the other students, by bus, in a crowd. And I am sitting in a single seat. A girl has perched on the corner of it. After a while she lies down on me. I know that in a moment I am going to touch her sexually. And I wake up.
I tell the dream and ask for a dialogue between Freud and Jung. And I get one. They write it for me. And I laugh for the first time in a week. Really.
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