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I had a dream. You always write down dreams. This one is disgusting! I was in a restaurant and I ordered a certain dish made up of certain types of meats, delicacies, kidney, prosciutto, sauteed in urine. I thought it was disgusting, but they said try it, and I did, and I liked it. I thought it was gruesome. I heard that dreams are wish fulfillments, is that true?
MRS. D. IS AN ATTRACTIVE, MARRIED, woman in her early thirties. She has been in psychoanalytic treatment for three years sorting out a chaotic and horrendous life history. Raised by a strict, puritanical, rigid Catholic mother who could tolerate no disagreements or any attempts at autonomy or disobedience and by a distant, working class, sometimes alcoholic father who was prone to physically abuse her brothers and to sexually abuse her. While the specifics of the sexual abuse remain unclear there now seems little doubt that she was repeatedly abused between the ages of five and eight.
A younger sister, having dropped out of college, returned home following a dramatic suicide attempt. Mother now spends much of her time taking care of this daughter. From a young age Mrs. D. attempted to defy her mother, to challenge her views on religion, and to struggle for some measure of autonomy. Her experience has been consistent: mother loves, nurtures, and protects at times of weakness, neediness and compliancy. She becomes cold and distant with the least sign of strength and independence.
In her early twenties Mrs. D. married an Asian professional. Her