Well, its happened. I've reached critical mass. Poor Jung & Freud. They tried really hard, they did - and I don't mean to make light of their accomplishments, but I've seriously stumped even them. The experts themselves have NO IDEA how fucked up I am.
While there are great keyword interpretations and wonderful scenario-inspired explanations, I seemingly have overshot every known analysis available. When I couldn't find the very specific content in which I dreamed in that magnificent book I spoke about, I looked online (for there are few sources which contain alternate interpretations) and yet those as well had no considerations for my latest dream, which I don't hesitantly tell you, for there is no known meaning behind them.
FEEL FREE TO THINK WHAT YOU'D LIKE - NO AUTHORITY WILL AGREE OR DISAGREE WITH YOU, DESPITE IT SEEMINGLY TOUCHING MANY "INTERPRETABLE" SYMBOLS!!!
I was at a bed & breakfast which was packed with everyone I've ever known (and some I didn't) - but mostly my current co-workers - naked. Completely, albeit unabashedly, naked. And so was I. We're all naked in this large, multi-level bed & breakfast during an evening's social hour, and the only girls I found myself hitting on were in wheelchairs. I "dated" three hot chicks I didn't know in wheelchairs while I was there, while my wife looked on, mingling with others. Then I decided to clean the bathroom, but there were piles and piles of dirty clothes in the bathtub - so many I didn't know what to do with them. So I thought I would shave my neck, under my beard, but the razor gave me serious razor burn.
Go fucking figure.
There are interpretations for razors, and burnt skin, but not razor-burn. There are interpretations about wheelchairs if you're in one, or if people you know are in one, but not strangers in wheelchairs. There are interpretations of being in a bed & breakfast, but only if those "buildings" are "highlighted." It goes on and on. This dream was SO VERY SPECIFIC in its imagery, I was sure I wouldn't have a problem - BOY WAS I WRONG.
So I chose to conclude I'm really fucked up.
Or really awesome.
I'll let you decide.