Jung vs. Freud

I was walking around my home town with one of my old friends. I can’t quite remember where we had been before, but it was night time, and we were walking around some streets in a popular part of town.

I looked up the street and saw another old friend perched on the side of a short wall, and two other friends walked up and began to talk with her.

As I walked by, I said hi and asked how long she was going to be in town for. She said she would be around until Friday. I felt a little guilty for stopping to talk while I was hanging out with my other friend, but I wasn’t sure when I was going to see my other friends again.

The started talking about classes they were taking and one of them was on psychology. They were talking about Freud, and I couldn’t help but interject and start a debate about the different approaches of Jung and Freud.

As I sat down to continue the discussion, I realized that I was not sitting on a bed and was inside of a house. I thought I heard my son crawling around on the floor and my first friend pointed out that it was indeed him.

Then I woke up to find that my son was now awake too and calling to me from his crib.