Res Ipsa Loquitur (phrase)- Latin, Legalese: "The Thing Speaks For Itself." . . . DREAM JOURNAL

A few dreams from last night:

In one dream, I was in all-female summer camp. It was not pleasant. At one point,I wanted to take a shower, but a group of other, more-popular girls intentionally got in before me, and I was feeling very down about the lack of privacy at the camp. I recall thinking that it was hell for introverts.

Thoughts: I think this dream was venting some emotional frustration at my new work schedule. I am doing a lot of pro bono work, which is great and is teaching me a lot, but part of me also feels like I am not able to refresh and rejuvenate (shower) as well as before. That's typical of dreams, though. I love my pro bono work, but it is reminding me to also take care of myself while I help others.

In another dream, I was buying an ornament at a Christmas store. Someone next to me had a paper-mache coffin with Santa in it. I said that putting that decoration out would be really offensive, especially to neighborhood children, and was akin to putting up a decoration on Easter saying that Christ never rose (interesting analogy for a non-Christian, eh?). The check-out clerk wasn't too impressed by my observations, and just said he was a Scientologist.  I told him that I believed in Santa, in a matter of speaking, even though I was an adult. He remained skeptical. Then, I looked over at the coffin decoration and saw that the paper-mache Santa was gone.  I told the clerk that Santa had gotten tired of being dead. And then the Fat Man himself flew over us in his sleigh, confirming my statement.

Thoughts: It seems to me that this dream was very Jungian in its fashion, as something/someone that is "clearly" a myth and dead to the real world was shown to be alive and to have power. It was interesting that I was very quick to defend the reality of the mythological being, and turned out to be right. The dream left me feeling quite validated in an odd way.