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*

Comments

[papersky.livejournal.com]

Ugh.

What a silly dream.

I think you want to take Freud gently by the throat and throw him on the back of the fire... you shouldn't be getting writing anxiety dreams, you're not even stuck! What's more you're good at it, and people who count, editors, are buying your stories.

Dreams are weird.

[heresluck]

Well, if your subconscious thinks you ought to regress to childhood, it's clearly not paying attention. It's treacherous and untrustworthy, and should be first poked with a sharp stick and then shunned.

[oracne.livejournal.com]

Go outside in the sunshine, if you've got any. Maybe take a few hours to do nothing?

[truepenny.livejournal.com]

Thanks. That helps.

[renenet.livejournal.com]

Your subconscious mind is on crack. And it got some of the bad kind. See if you can get it to use metaphorical marijuana instead. I think you'll be much more relaxed.

**note: this message is not intended to promote use of illegal drugs, only their metaphorical equivalents**