[Redbook2:259][19821106:2200c]{A
[1] Dream: of improper dress}[6th
November 1982]
19821106.2200
[continued]
This
morning,
dreamt I was in ?Rhodesia – sunny country – ?black toddlers –
bicycling to and fro with blond-haired cousin taken in dream to be
[X]. I said: Why are you always(?) so angry with me? She: Perhaps
it is because your top does not reach your bottom – Even in this
(police??) service they are quite smartly dressed; and in my
(secret?) service…. I say: You mean my shirt
hangs out; but she does not react to the joke, if it is one. I see
no good reason why I should dream of [X] in this way; but there is
one 'cousin'* with gold hair and a bicycle who chooses her clothes
carefully, top and bottom, and is much in my mind at present....
*[+K]
[in [1],
presumably; but is this proto-[Xr] (the little dancer of [1])?
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