all the tiny babies of my dreams
by Tara Roeder
it came to me in a dream: a lie that geniuses tell. now i sir, am no genius. yet in my dreams tiny babies speak.
popular theories of dreams and dreaming abound. supernatural and otherwise.
freud and his friends found themselves embarrassed at dinner parties as women of high society betrayed filthy secrets unknowingly. perhaps they confessed dreams of talking bananas and rotting plums.
what does it mean if you dream about george jefferson dancing? she asked. the possibilities are numerous.
the question at hand: if every character in one’s dream is, in actuality, one’s own self, are you in trouble?