I might have mentioned, in passing, that I'm in a graduate program in Theology (via distance education.) One of my courses is on Jungian dream analysis.  I've begun analyzing my own dreams using Jung's techniques.

One thing I read in a textbook surprised me. The author stated that the most significant symbols in our dreams are, frequently, humorous. I've often had funny dreams, but it would never have occurred to me to deem them more significant than the less humorous sort.

Anyway, the dream I want to share with you, now, is not at all recent (no, I'm not going to do my dream analysis work in public; that would be counterproductive.) I think, though, that this one takes the prize for "Funniest Dream I've Ever Had." I'm hoping that reading it will inspire some other OS folk to share their own funny dreams. In keeping with Jungian principles, I will give this dream (which I actually had a good twenty years ago, and have always remembered vividly) at title. Call it "Attack Of The Killer Furniture."

THE ATTACK OF THE KILLER FURNITURE

I'm standing in the middle of my grandmother's living room, just looking around, when one of the chairs starts moving. Then another chair starts moving. Then the couch and the coffee table!

All the furniture jiggles in place for a moment...and then it starts to walk toward me. I try to run away but the furniture outnumbers me. I'm being chased around the living room by the couch, chairs and coffee table. Even lamps and end tables are after me now!

Finally, I am, literally, cornered. Pressed against the wall in one corner of the living room, with all the furniture pressing in against me. I look for a gap - a place to make my escape - but there is none. Then, suddenly, a black cat appears in front of me and says, in a very accusatory tone: "YOU'RE a COMMUNIST!"
"Well," I retort, "You're a CAT."

Finis

Just a bit of background; I actually was a Communist during my teens, but I was in my late twenties when I had that dream, and had already evolved into the more moderate Social Democrat that I am today. My late grandmother's living room was always one of my favorite places to be, and I actually liked her furniture. I have, of course, always loved cats.  Now, according to Jung, the images in the dream are not to be taken literally but as symbols of people and situations in one's conscious life. The dream is really too old for me to analyze effectively now. I just wanted to share it because, even at the time I had it, it struck me as hillarious. I actually woke up laughing.

Dream on...