Sun 12 Feb, 2017 09:59 am
In my dream, I was young and among friends. I was back in middle school, and walking across campus to get back to our building. We were having fun, but this must have seemed a recipe of mischievousness to others. A person in authority began to question us, but we provide satisfactory answer. Then, she asked us this riddle, and it seemed like it was life or death to us:
Hand in my heart
heart in the noise
needle in my needle
my mom and the boys
Once going twice
I’m in the pool
where does it stop
when we all get to school
Good q, Jack. Although Freud is now doubted by some, maybe it depends on the meaning of the poem. As I see it, you were bored by school and think it might have dampened you
But some of us might ask: Where did it come from, did you learn it in conscious life
...as surely it's not entirely from mem of the dream
It seems that school time is happy to you .
And you are not happy recently?