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In the context of current considerations of dream theory and self-analysis, I report a recent dream of my own. I was asleep on a Saturday morning when I heard a sound which I thought was that of the whistle of a doorman calling a taxi. As I was awakening I realized the sound came from my alarm clock. Immediately upon awakening I remembered the following dream:
I was looking upon the street in front of the building in which I have my office. My location in the dream was as if I were in the air to the west of the entrance. There was heavy traffic on the street, all going one way east to west (in reality it is a two-way street). The clearest part of the image was a black car parked in the middle. I knew it was my car although it did not look like the car I actually drive. There was a person whom I knew to be myself walking through the traffic from the parked car toward the entrance of the building.
I had gone to bed on Friday looking forward to taking my wife out for dinner the next day. I had office hours on Saturday, and so I had set my alarm clock. Normally, I wake up before it rings and turn the alarm off. On that particular night, I had awakened and gone to the bathroom because I had an upset stomach. I assumed I had not awakened before the alarm rang because my sleep had been interrupted.
The sound of the whistle and the parked car both made me think of a trivial event of the previous day. In the course of sorting some papers on top of the desk in my office I had come across the 1992 holiday catalogue of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. I had not opened it. When the catalogue had first arrived a couple of months earlier, I had been impressed