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I had a dream last nite that i can't really explain in detail cuz of what happens in the dream. It wasn't X-rated or anything (probably PG at most), but it was the kind of dream that anyone familiar with the name "Freud" would be able to read between the lines of the dream (and anyone with an actual understanding of psychoanalysis would probably find reasons for concern about my mental health).
Since i can't really give details, i'll just list the key ingredients of my dream (in no particular order so as to avoid any suggestion of a causal relationship between things):
Setting: My apartment
Participants: 2 male friends, 1 female friend, Me
Props: couch, TV, stove, bed, fire, oven, door peephole, fire extinguisher, beverages, some sort of applesuace-like substance
Actions: waking from a nap, losing motor skills, panicking, cooking, laughing, forgetting
In my dream, all that adds up to a recipe for disaster/embarrassment/acrimony/death