Cha's been telling me her dreams the last couple days. They're fun.
I'm with my parents and my sisters and we're buying chicken at a chicken restaurant. The chicken is crawling with flies and maggots but we decide to get some anyway. Suddenly I am overwhelmed by flies and larvae which cover me entirely. I fall on the floor and start suffocating. Then, I go out of my skin and there is my old self on the floor, collapsed, covered in flies. We walk down the street and a handsome man makes a sexual remark to me. I say "Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?" and he [deleted for the protection of the innocent] my [CENSORED] exactly the way [pending Evangelical review by Ted Haggard]. Then there are worms everywhere.
We're in a place where you go to see iguanas. There are iguanas everywhere. You are driving a motorcycle and I'm riding on the back. You are making too much noise with the motorcycle and the iguanas are getting angry, and so are the people who run the iguana place. We are supposed to get married, and we are late. I remind you of this and you tell me we are breaking up. I am crying and crying.
On the couch:
Last night's dream is a cute variation of the typical anxiety dream, but also features some interesting substrate projection material based in our past experience and into which I won't delve here. I found this dream very amusing; in fact, I think it's hysterical (nyuk nyuk nyuk).
Wednesday's dream is a true classic of Jungian transformation, and bears more significant fruit. Cha turns 35 in January, and according to esoteric philosophy the seven-year stages of life are powerfully significant in personal development. A dream of rebirth and renewal for sure.