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Dreams, the royal road to the unconscious

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10 Apr Dreams, the royal road to the unconscious

Posted at 20:15h in Lifestyle by Lan Dior 0 Comments

I shared with my wife a recent dream of mine.

I had to drop my car off for service and called Lyft for a ride to work. When the ride came, the woman driver opened the front-passenger door and told me to get in. My face mask suddenly was disintegrated, and full panic ensued.

At this point, she interjected: “I am no psychiatrist, but I can interpret this. Do you know what it means?”

“What?”

“It means, after all this time, I am still your dream girl.”