This week’s dream trolling led me to the Black Book 2 by Carl Jung and one of the dreams he had many many years ago. It is said that he had some difficulty explaining this dream and even Freud had no useful interpretation. He later came to some conclusions about it and I think they are published, but just for fun, I thought I would try my hand in decoding it, even though there is no hope in him validating my ideas. I will pretend that Jung just sent me his dream for me to decoded here for you:
I was in a southern town, on a rising street with narrow half landings. It was twelve o’clock midday-bright sunshine. An old Austrian customs guard or someone similar passes by me, lost in thought. Someone says, “that is one who cannot die. He died already 30-40 years ago, but has not yet managed to decompose.” I was very surprised. Here a striking figure came, a knight of powerful build, clad in yellowish armor. He looks solid and inscrutable and nothing impresses him. On his back he carries a red Maltese cross. He has continued to exist from the 12th century and daily between 12 and 1 o’clock midday he takes the same route. No one marvels at these two apparitions, but I was extremely surprised. I hold back my interpretive skills. As regards the old Austrian, Freud occurred to me; as regards the knight, I myself Inside, a voice calls, “It is all empty and disgusting.” I must bear it. Black Book 2, pp. 25-26.