SOMETHING MUST BE RELEASED
Before going to bed, I wondered why I can’t remember my childhood. Then
I dreamed I was with a girl who wanted to buy fried calamari from a
street vendor. I didn’t want to eat the poor creature; one of the squids
was still alive inside the fried batter. It made me cry. When I went
with her to a dark beach with black sand to release it in the ocean, I
saw the silhouettes of a king and queen facing each other; death with
his scythe sat alongside them on a chair facing the ocean. Please
interpret this dream.
Iris A., Oslo, Norway
