“The naive judgment of the dreamer on waking assumes that the dream – even if it does not come from another world – has at all events transported the dreamer into another world.”

The Interpretation of Dreams

~By Sigmund Freud

You tried to take away

my wish fulfillment. You

dissected it bit by bit until

it became broken into pieces

of quantitative analysis,

sterile bits of soul laid bare

upon your theoretical

frameworks.

I allowed you to strip me,

leaving my subconscious

naked, the entire time believing

in your precepts, trusting in

your self-professed science,

becoming a hypothetical

experiment.

How could you have known

anything of my candy colored

absurdities, my twilight bathed

inspirations, my laurel hopes, my

Amazon desires? You did not speak

my dream language. Your muteness

sliced my emotions with surgical

precision.

If only you had cared to know

something of my autumnal eyes,

my emerald amulet, my perpetual

shores, my beating waves, my cerulean

depths. You did not feel my swells.

Your resolute bias steeled

cool.

Pamela Rossow