Hello everyone, I am the Oracle-Druid!
Please see the dialogue in the picture below. It is the dream of a certain netizen I just analyzed in the QQ group. The overall summary of the dream is as follows:
I dreamed that I was sitting around a table with a group of strangers. They were all eating vegetables and I was eating a big meal. I have a golden prawn in my hand, and it's all gravy after a bite.
Regarding the interpretation of this dream, the first thing I think of is to transfer the pressure of reality through appetite satisfaction, because in the psychological counseling industry, the situation of transferring individual anxiety through eating is the most common of. Someone must have seen such a scene in some film and television dramas: the heroine is broken in love, eats a lot, and turns into a fat girl. The above scenario is no stranger to people who understand that appetite can bring pleasure. On the other hand, this kind of "eating" to transfer anxiety is quite naive, so I immediately asked about my age, thinking I met a child. It turned out to be somewhat different from the common problem of my career: the dreamer is a 30-year-old person, and he is not a food lover who likes to eat big pieces.
Then why do I infer from his supplementary content that the dreamer is not married and has no object? If the "appetite" seems a little naive, then the description of sitting at a table with strangers, they eat vegetables and I eat golden prawns, reminds me that the dreamer is a giant baby. Faced with this kind of giant baby personality, how could it be possible to be married? There are even objects?
Why is the dreamer a giant baby?
This interpretation lies in the fact that the group eating meal scenario described later metaphors a dreamer’s inflated sense of vanity, just like the simple sense of superiority of children: look! Your food is too shabby, I am much better than you.
Yes, just based on this small scene, you can interpret the vanity and ignorance of this giant baby. In order to preserve the face of the dreamer, I will tell him at last: Don't understand deeply.
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