If with my patients I emphasise the frequency of the Oedipus dream—of
having sexual intercourse with one’s mother—I get the answer: “I cannot
remember such a dream.” Immediately afterwards, however, there arises
the recollection of another disguised and indifferent dream, which has
been dreamed repeatedly by the patient, and the analysis shows it to be
a dream of this same content—that is, another Oedipus dream. I can
assure the reader that veiled dreams of sexual intercourse with the
mother are a great deal more frequent than open ones to the same
effect.[CP]
There are dreams about landscapes and localities in which emphasis is
always laid upon the assurance: “I have been there before.” In this case
the locality is always the genital organ of the mother; it can indeed be
asserted with such certainty of no other locality that one “has been
there before.”
A large number of dreams, often full of fear, which are concerned with
passing through narrow spaces or with staying in the water, are based
upon fancies about the embryonic life, about the sojourn in the mother’s
womb, and about the act of birth. The following is the dream of a young
man who in his fancy has already while in embryo taken advantage of his
opportunity to spy upon an act of coition between his parents.
“_He is in a deep shaft, in which there is a window, as in the Semmering
Tunnel. At first he sees an empty landscape through this window, and
then he composes a picture into it, which is immediately at hand and
which fills out the empty space. The picture represents a field which is
being thoroughly harrowed by an implement, and the delightful air, the
accompanying idea of hard work, and the bluish-black clods of earth make
a pleasant impression. He then goes on and sees a primary school
opened ... and he is surprised that so much attention is devoted in it
to the sexual feelings of the child, which makes him think of me._”
Here is a pretty water-dream of a female patient, which was turned to
extraordinary account in the course of treatment.
_At her summer resort at the ... Lake, she hurls herself into the dark
water at a place where the pale moon is reflected in the water._
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account