Freud made a name for himself finding feces and mother f***ers in the human psyche. It's almost irrelevant because everything is in there. The sea outside my window is the same. Everything that has ever bumped the surface or bumped the bumps has its own waves and ripples criss-crossing. Jung slung his net into the same water and came up with archetypal stuff. Adler's trawl brought up birth order and socializing. Maslow hooked him some esteem and fulfillment along with the drive to eat and reproduce. Your dreams are a living stew, themes consuming themes with no polite boundaries at all. (Last night a skate wrapped itself around my leg and I almost pushed my wife out of bed to get it off.)
Of course pooh and how you'd treat your parents if you were adult will show up in your head. So does eating shreddies, getting a new hairdo, wondering what will happen when you die, arguing with the neighbours, mating with someone you saw on the bus, remembering what happened in the war, and forgetting a line in the high school play. Not just everything that's happened in your life shows up. Not just every human behaviour that is baked into your genes shows up. Every possible combination of combinations of them all can show up too.
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| At work, filtering. |
Freud filtered the mind to exclude almost everything relevant and found some gold. Most is missed.
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