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Author(s): Stephen A. Mitchell
Source: New Literary History, Vol. 27, No. 1, A Symposium on "Living Alone Together"
(Winter, 1996), pp. 35-41
Published by: The Johns Hopkins University Press
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Stephen A. Mitchell
Robert has a simple, unidimensional view of his own mind. His parents
were devoted to their children, making enormous personal sacrifices to
fund their education; they were poor but happy. Robert understands his
as due to the pressures of his job, but he does not
nightmares
understand why he cannot handle those pressures with greater ease.
Within the first several weeks of sessions it becomes clear that the
affect in the dream vis-?-vis work-related to a
pressures corresponds
that he has
more general worry about his wife and children suffered
from for many years. Robert fears that he will become absorbed in some
project
or distraction and will not be available to them when they are
endangered. He has particular
concerns about his son David (he also
has two older daughters). He sees David as caught up in the greedy,
materialism of American culture and worries about
television-inspired
how he will be able to instill in him the self-sacrificing devotion he
learned from his own parents. He then reports his first dream in
analysis:
There was some sort of as if there were a floor five or six feet below the
light,
He bounced and rolled off to the side. I couldn't see him. I started
ground.
for my wife to call the police, an ambulance, I began
screaming something.
I wasn't There were rocks. Then
digging frantically. getting anywhere. sliding
there were rescue workers, lots of people. There was an horrific that
feeling
David was Then I noticed a of wood out of the dirt some
dying. piece poking
distance It was moving. I dug down and uncovered a box like one of my
away.
boxes in which I keep all sorts of I think I might need I
filing things someday.
the box up, and inside was David. He was alive and well.
pulled
his father will reemerge in the same basic forms, in the transferential
relationship with the analyst. My analytic concepts and vision will
become an of his father's septic vision. Robert's
analogue struggle with
his father and his trenches will be fought in the analytic trenches with
me.
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