I used to have constant dreams of flying. They were amazing - I'd usually be in the school playground (this was years after I'd left school), and I'd practice over and over, getting more and more elevation each time. Eventually, with a feeling of utmost exhilaration, I'd just take off.
Now they were good dreams.
A couple of years later I found myself having recurring dreams of a less pleasant nature. These found me dreaming that I was drowning. I guess you could call them nightmares. I'd be drowning, and I'd know that if I didn't wake myself up (I had the strange knowledge in the dream that I was dreaming) I'd die.
Lately I've been dreaming about lollies. I'll find myself in various situations but the common denominator is that there will be a whole heap of lollies on offer. I might be in a supermarket; I might be at the movies. But wherever it is that I find myself there are always a whole heap of Perspex containers full of different types of candy. There will be yummy chocolate covered aniseed rings. There will be sugarcoated jubes. There will be rum 'n' raisin chocolate bars. The options are usually limitless. The problem is that I spend so much time in my dreams greedily trying to grab as many different lollies as I can that I always, without fail, wake up before I get to eat any of them. I often find myself waking in the middle of the night after such a dream and rushing to the pantry looking for something, anything, sugary. Usually I'll end up grabbing cooking chocolate because I don't normally keep any lollies in stock. This is very strange for me because I'm not a big eater of sweets and I'm ambivalent about chocolate at the best of times.
So, Freud, what the hell is going on?