Daily Prompt: Freudian Flips


Freudian Flips

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.

I have some really bizarre dreams at times, I know they are weird even while I’m having them but like many people by the time I am properly awake the dream is gone and I don’t remember what it was about. I suspect most of them are more about what I read or saw on TV that day than anything to do with me.

However, when I was younger I used to have a recurring dream that I was at school. I don’t remember specifically what each dream was about but they used to upset me a lot. I sometimes used to wake up in tears.

I didn’t always enjoy school.  I didn’t enjoy doing subjects I was bad at, like sewing, cooking and any kind of sports. I didn’t like teachers who shouted or were rude and sarcastic. As I’ve mentioned in the past I was a shy child and hated to draw attention to myself so I hated doing anything that involved speaking up in class, I was nervous around teachers and didn’t really want to play with the other kids even when well-meaning teachers tried to insert me into a group.

It wasn’t all bad though, I liked some teachers who introduced me to ideas that I would never have picked up at home. I wasn’t bullied; I got on well with my classmates  but I was glad when school was finally over.

After I left school I had the school dream through my late teens and early twenties and the theme was always that I was back in school again and I’d be trying to tell them I didn’t belong there. Later, as I moved into my thirties, I had the dreams less often and they changed. Now I was saying. “I don’t have to be here.” and I would leave. In the dream that felt good.  The dreams became less frequent over the years until they almost disappeared completely.  These days I rarely dream about school, or if I do I don’t remember so it must be less upsetting. I think I have dreamed myself in school occasionally but I’ve not been upset about it and haven’t tried to escape.

What does it all mean? Well my interpretation is that as I’ve  grown older and more confident I haven’t felt that I had to prove myself to others or conform if I didn’t want to. I’m happy with who I am and I’m more accepting of things I can’t change. I’ve read a bit about the meanings of dreams and what it says about dreaming about school seems to tie in with my feelings.

I don’t know what Freud would have said but I bet he’d have had a field day with my “soap opera” dreams if I could ever remember them!

Sweet Dreams!
Sweet Dreams!



I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband, David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on WordPress.com with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. Currently we have five pets between us. Naomi's two dogs Toby and Teddy and cats, Tigerwoods and Panther and my cat Polly. My dog Cindy passed away aged 16 in April 2022.

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