What would Freud say?
I dreamt I was walking in junkyard, wadeing through a sea of steal chips and splinters. I remember it felt like quicksand. Sinking. Feeling my mouth and nose filling up with cold iron and metal. And then I was in a room, getting seduction advise from a man I’ve never met. As he spoke his hands was caressing a black rope, making knots. Then I woke up.
What would Freud say about this?
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