Freud can just fuck right off.

[truepenny]

I hate disturbing, disgusting, symbolic dreams. I don't want to describe this one--and, trust me, you don't want me to--but pretty clearly my subconscious thinks I'm overcommitted; thinks I don't respect authority enough; thinks my priorities are seriously out of whack; thinks my writing sucks; thinks a particular person holds me in contempt (and, no, I'm NOT going to say who, except that it's no one on my Friends list and that this is all about the writing anxiety); thinks it would be great to fling off all responsibility and regress to childhood. Which, NO.

And even in my dreams, sunlight hurts my eyes.

*snarl*snap*grumble*growl*