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Psychoanalysis: A Dream

The dream is disguised as an erotic poem about my analysis. I think it’s about feeling that psychoanalytic intimacy is transgressive. In the dream there is the thrill of wrongdoing; however, what I find really thrilling is working closely together, shoulder to shoulder, head to head, and somehow penetrating each other in ways that feel out of control and ecstatically wrong, but are, in fact, right.