“I was sitting on a throne like thing, and hundreds – no, thousands of people were gathered in front of me. The women were all in white, and they were all looking at me. They were waiting for me to say something,” I explained.
“Interesting,” she responded. “So what did you do?”
“I didn’t want to let them down, so I stood up and said something about how wonderful it was for them to have all come, and that they were truly terrific examples for people in today’s world. I exhorted them to show love and commitment to one another, in the same way they were showing it to me.”
“Sounds a like a really interesting dream,” my therapist said.
“Really?” I asked.
“And what do you think it means?” she asked kindly.
“I guess – I guess that, I dreamt I was the Moon.”