In the middle of the night I prodded the sleeping husband and whispered: “If I have trouble remembering the dream, remind me of the toilet.”
I didn’t have trouble remembering, as it turned out. This bizarre dream is such a good example of dream symbolism that I just have to share it with you.
I was preparing a present. It was an old book, a pretty thing from the 19th century, and a very ornate and decorative pen. A present. What do we do with presents? I brought the book and pen with me to the house where the celebrations were going on, and I went to the bathroom. Stuffed book and pen down into the toilet, and sat down to pee and poop on top of it. Somehow the toilet actually allowed flushing the whole thing down into the pipes.
Happy with the deed I went out to join the celebrations. In the dream world, this was completely normal behaviour!
Somehow the present was recovered from the toilet. Obviously it was ICKY as hell, and I helped to carefully try and wipe if clean. The book was moist and smelly, the pen as well. “I hope you… like it?”
Do I even need comment on the symbolism here? I’m treating my writing as though it’s crap. Pissing on my “gift”. Well thank you, Subconscious! Couldn’t have told me in a more obvious way!