The other night I dreamt about a black cobra. It was in a house full of friends. I was the only one put off by the cobra, but apparently it wanted to sleep in my room with me. This really freaked me out. Everyone else thought it was no big deal, They liked the snake, so no one would help me get him out of my room. At the end of the dream, I was wearing the snake on my head, somewhat uncomfortably.
I woke up thinking about Medusa.
I woke up thinking about Medusa.
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At the risk of hijacking your blog, I'd say the work begun by Alfred Adler and continued by his most famous pupil, Rudolf Dreikurs and following him, a student of his, holds the keys to understanding ourselves and our fellow humans well enough to comfortably relegate dreams to the entertainment category. If pressed, I would say go with Carl Jung's dream analysis but it's a lot like paddling up the rapids and since you came from there anyway, why bother, it's all a bloody waste of time! (Now the dream police will be after me; tell them you haven't seen me.)
Bad dreams can make excellent scripts for horror movies and there's no prize for guessing who's presence would enhance an already good dream, so I shall say no more.