Submitted By admiralalpay
9 October 2012
A Slow, Warm Death: An Analysis of My Dreams Sigmund Freud’s lifelong research of dreams is in many ways the most distinctive and remarkable element in his massive survey of the human psyche. It is the subject of his most important work, The Interpretation of Dreams, which, besides being what it's title already indicates, also serves as a work of confession. Freud committed to it's pages many of the findings of his own dream analysis. Throughout his legendary career, Freud continued to feel an irreplaceable bond to dream interpretation, both for the exactness of it's unique findings and for the precious evidence it provided for the deeper workings of the human mind. Neil Gaiman has said the following in response to the mystifying nature of dreaming: “People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.” In this essay, I will emulate the role of Sigmund Freud and attempt to psychoanalyze my own dreams. An eerie sense of doom seems to pervade the majority of my dreams--typically, some form of tragedy or misfortune either befalls me or my loved ones. In "Doctor Whooves", for example, I am heading to my kitchen for a late night snack, only to be pursued and attacked by a half-horse, half-human Doctor Who. I do not actually follow this show, but this dream seems to reflect the drastic influence of my friends upon my life and may serve as a warning towards that particular state of thinking in favor of following my own thought processes. Another morbid example ("Massacre") involves me waking up only to find everyone I love has been murdered in some twisted fashion. As I advance through my apartment, I see one of my closest friends sitting in the far corner of the...