Analyze This

In sleep, fantasy takes the form of dreams. But in waking life, too, we continue to dream beneath the threshold of consciousness, especially when under the influence of repressed or other unconscious complexes.
"Problems of Modern Psychotherapy" (1929). In CW 16: The Practice of Psychotherapy. pg. 125

I'm walking through the mall with my friend Syd(1). We are walking around having a totally fantastic time shopping. We have tonnes of bags from wonderful stores. As we ride down the escalator his shoulder bumps into my glasses. My Gucci glasses(2). They break in three different spots. I'm scrambling around picking up pieces. We run to Optika to get them fixed. While we wait we sit in the food court eating Taco Time. The whole time he has a blob of salsa on his chin and I don't say anything about it. I go to check on my glasses and they tell me they are done and it will be 63 dollars. I hand them my debit card and try and pay. It comes back saying denied and to call the bank ASAP. So they call the bank and tell me that they can't process my payment because I have a cold sore(3). I'm completely embarrassed and ask if I can speak to them so I can tell them that I wouldn't have the cold sore if I hadn't lost my cold sore medication and please please please let me have my glasses anyways and it will never happen again. I will make sure to have my medication next time(4).


(1) Syd is my most favorite ex boyfriend from High School. We had fun times and turned into friends. I look back with fond memories. Once, at his house I was sitting on his shoulders in his kitchen (I don't remember why we just always did stupid goofy stuff together) and I was laughing and I let one rip. It was loud. He threw me off and ran outside totally mortified. I bet he has some deep hidden secret pain from that ordeal. He also used to crack my toes for me all the time. That's how we became friends at work. I would take my smelly work shoe off and he would actually crack my stinky toes for me. He also took Annie to a doll show once.

(2) I spent a lot of money on these glasses and I'm paranoid about them breaking all the time.

(3) I do indeed have a cold sore. What I don't have is the 40 dollar prescription to get rid of my cold sore. I spend over an hour last night ripping my place apart looking for it. I loath cold sores. Good thing I have a doctors appointment tomorrow because I have to get another tiny tube.

(4) Once I was so desperate to get rid of a cold sore that I went to minor emergency and sat there for an hour amidst sick people who actually needed to see the doctor for better reasons than my vanity. I told him I wanted something now and I want it to work like yesterday. So he gives me 6 boxes with two pills in each box. He tells me they are for actual Herpes (the kind you get from being a slutty whore like Joyce). He tells me they are very strong and to only take half of one when I feel a cold sore coming on. They will upset my stomach. I get home and take 2 and put the rest away for another emergency coldsoredectomy. They sit there in a drawer for a very long time. Forgotten about. My sister comes to visit and stays at my place while I am away. She finds the Herpes medication and is devastated thinking I've got real Herpes. It all gets sorted out in the end after an uncomfortable question she just had to ask and felt just awful asking. If you must know....they worked like a charm. They are all gone and my doctor won't give them to me. So, I told him to give me the most expensive best working thing he can think of. The smallest 40 dollar tube you'll ever see.