My husband stands at the head of the bed, looking at me sympathetically and kindly, his hand on my shoulder. Bending over me and looking me straight in the eye is the young poet. I am coming out of narcosis or out of a deep slumber. Seeing my husband and the poet, I feel in the dream that the blood is rushing to my cheeks and I say to the poet: "You here!" He gazes lovingly at me and exclaims: "Thank God! She is saved." "And you, how do you happen to be here, now?" I ask. "I am a physician, madam," he says, "I have assisted at the operation." My cheeks redden, I turn my head sideways and hide in the pillows and shut my eyes.

All wishes are gratified. She has a wonderful white body. The poet is physician and has seen her naked. He has operated on her, he has saved her (both symbolic expressions for sexual congress). Everything occurred in respectable fashion. Her husband was present. Her bashfulness was not violated at all. Everything occurred during narcosis.1

One of the following dreams (24) brings up a similar situation under neurotic distortion.

We turn our attention now to the analysis of a beautiful, so-called political dream.

The dream is a very lively one and permits a clear insight into the most common forms of dream symbolism.

The dream of the (Rathaus) Assembly House: