Steepholm's Dream Diary: 34

There was some discussion yesterday as to which night is really Midsummer's Night. My thinking has been that the night of Midsummer's Day (i.e. last night) is the one. However, it's also true that traditional Midsummer celebrations, and associated supernatural beliefs, belong to the night of 23-24th June - i.e. Midsummer Eve. Could it be that Shakespeare was going to call his play A Midsummer Eve Night's Dream, but changed it for reasons of euphony? I guess we'll never know.

Either way, the last dream of my dream diary was a bit of a damp squib. It seemed to consist of a discussion between two American lawyers, prosecutor and defender in a child abuse case. The prosecutor was a woman, but just as the accused in rape cases often think it a smart move to get a woman lawyer to defend them, so the accused in this case was being represented by a ten-year-old boy. (In my dream, this seemed a surprising but not a bizarre choice.) The discussion between them was good-natured and professional, but I can't remember any of the details. Maybe that's not such a bad thing.

And so, here is the end of my dream diary for now. But not, you will be glad to hear, the end of my dreams. There will be plenty of id-related activity in the coming months, but mostly I trust behind the scenes.

Steepholm's Dream Diary: 34

There was some discussion yesterday as to which night is really Midsummer's Night. My thinking has been that the night of Midsummer's Day (i.e. last night) is the one. However, it's also true that traditional Midsummer celebrations, and associated supernatural beliefs, belong to the night of 23-24th June - i.e. Midsummer Eve. Could it be that Shakespeare was going to call his play A Midsummer Eve Night's Dream, but changed it for reasons of euphony? I guess we'll never know.

Either way, the last dream of my dream diary was a bit of a damp squib. It seemed to consist of a discussion between two American lawyers, prosecutor and defender in a child abuse case. The prosecutor was a woman, but just as the accused in rape cases often think it a smart move to get a woman lawyer to defend them, so the accused in this case was being represented by a ten-year-old boy. (In my dream, this seemed a surprising but not a bizarre choice.) The discussion between them was good-natured and professional, but I can't remember any of the details. Maybe that's not such a bad thing.

And so, here is the end of my dream diary for now. But not, you will be glad to hear, the end of my dreams. There will be plenty of id-related activity in the coming months, but mostly I trust behind the scenes.