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The way home

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Do you remember a recent dream you had? Or an older one that stayed vivid in your mind? Today, you’re your own Freud: Tell us the dream, then interpret it for us! Feel free to be as serious or humorous as you see fit, or to invent a dream if you can’t remember a real one.

It’s a wonderful day. The sun shines. I’m doing errands for my mom. I’m walking happily when I arrive to a familiar square close to my home with a round garden and a big fountain in the middle. Suddenly, I fall. I get dizzy. When I get up all the buildings around the square have changed places. I try to find the way home but it’s impossible. The familiar streets are not there any more. When I try one, I end in a dead end. I’m completely lost.
This was a recurrent dream long time ago.
I’m not good interpreting dreams but I think this one is easy. It has to do with my stunning ability to stumble and fall and my absolute lack of sense of direction.

Freudian Flips.

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Journalist. In my fifties. I've worked for 26 years in a newspaper in Spain. I worked for two years as a stringer and correspondent in the US, and went as a special envoy to other places like the Balkans. Sea lover. Avid reader. Classic Music enthusiast.

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