W: " My dear, you seem to have something black all over your face."
Me, looking in the mirror: "Oh, it's only these darn sequins. They keep falling off my outfit." Falling off would be a misnomer here, these things are embedded in my skin. I try peeling them away, only to find they have left bright red pock-marks upon my facial features.
Everyone I tell about this dream has the same reaction; "Walter Matthau???!!!" ...followed by gales of laughter. Yeah, it's only funny if I hasn't happened to you.
My Freudian analysis of this dream is as follows:
1. I am very happily married. I couldn't even cheat on PARTNER in a dream. Next to Boy George, Walter Matthau is probably the last person to cause jealousy. I am practically a saint.
2. I need some new clothes...black, cocktail items.
3. My face IS getting lines and wrinkles. I am no longer young.
My practical analysis of the nightmare is: don't eat too much dark chocolate right before bedtime or Walter might begin to look like this...
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