Remembering Freud.

I've been having these series of bizarre dreams for the last two weeks. Nothing to do with snakes and spiders and stuff, but just very arbid technicolour renditions of situations i would love to avoid. True to the Freudian spirit, i've tried to 'interpret' them in any way i can, but the logical conclusions i come up with are something that i'm already aware of, so it's not like my subconscious is telling me something new.

Take for instance, a night-long dream i had this weekend. About a woman i absolutely dislike - for the only reason that her attitude goes through an almost imperceptible change with certain persons around her. Imagine living through seeing her acting up, for a whole night. And like that wasn't bad enough, i dreamt of her in the constant company of somebody i'm very close to - a sore point in real life as well. I already know i disliked that situation, so my dream had no surprises in store for me.

Last night i went to sleep, worrying about maggot-infested dreams because i'd just thrown a half-decomposed dead rat out of my room. (That's distasteful enough, so i won't go into further details.) Thankfully, i didn't have any such visions, but i did have something completely out of the blue: missing a train to Mumbai because of a slow-poke ticket-counter woman. My dad's with me and, surprisingly, i'm carrying just a mid-sized backpack. So anyway, i'm waiting for this woman to issue my ticket, and she takes her own sweet time. I miss the train, and i have to catch a different train to Yeshwantpur so i can get onto the Mumbai train from there. Best part is, despite all my efforts - daring last-minute train boarding stunts et al - i miss it, i miss the darn train. And i'm just left feeling completely helpless on the platform.

Now, it's been close to a year since i last went to Mumbai, and i have been intending to go for a while. I just haven't been to because i'm in my probation period at my workplace and i refuse to go to Mumbai for anything less than 10 days. I know all those things, and again, my dream didn't reveal anything out of the so-called ordinary.

So i wonder, if Freud were alive, what psychosexual interpretation would he have got out of those dreams? Considering neither of them are even remotely sexually symbolic? Unless you think of the train and my wanting to get on it and... Eeeyuuu, i don't think i want to go there.

(P.S: I wonder what he would have made of the colour i've used?)