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On June 5, between noon and 1 o'clock, I suddenly felt very tired during work. Yet after a while the tiredness disappeared again. In the afternoon between 4 and 5 o'clock, I felt ill and had difficulty in swallowing. The back of the palate, the velum, and the uvula were very red. That night I had a vivid dream, a rare experience for me. On June 6, a very busy day, the pain increased, the red areas expanded, and both tonsils were considerably swollen.
June 7 was a holiday. In the morning I began to analyse my dream and the symptom of swallowing difficulties and came to the conclusion that my unconscious, my It, refused to swallow a piece of knowledge it found unpleasant. It was the knowledge that certain ideas concerning the interaction between an individual's unconscious and his life were not my own, as I had been telling myself for years, but Sigmund Freud's. My rational mind had drawn these conclusions already, as can be seen from my correspondence with Freud. Yet in the course of analysis it became apparent that deeper layers of my being resisted my conscious thoughts.
On June 5, between noon and 1 o'clock, during the hour when I felt temporarily tired, I had a short meeting with a lady called Dora. The word Dora, a name that appears in Freud's fragment of an analysis of a case of hysteria, was the instrument by which my conscious recognition of Freud's priority tried to penetrate into my inner unconscious mind. The resistance my unconscious put up took the form of tiredness which effectively counteracted the name Dora and all its associations. In the afternoon between 4 and 5 o'clock there was another attempt at