Sunday, 29 November 2015

The other day I woke up to my alarm clock: I had only gotten a few hours of sleep, and I had to go to work.  The alarm clock seemed to take on a menacing aspect, almost like an angry face.

I feel that this hallucination is important in understanding/building/critiquing Freud's theory of the mechanisms of dream-formation.

An angry, impatient clock gives me no reason to take it seriously; if the clock is being an asshole then fuck that clock, I'm going back to sleep.  I don't need that shit.