I have been reading Man and His Symbols, which was edited and partially written by Carl G. Jung. This is my first introduction to Jung’s work, which deals a lot with the psychology of mankind, especially in regards to archetypes and dreams. I plan on writing more about his work in the near future, but I wanted to take a moment to observe how absolutely BIZARRE it is to be psychoanalyzing my dreams from childhood. It’s both exhilarating and scary to discover aspects of my psyche that I wasn’t very (if at all) consciously aware of. I’d imagine this is how Bastian felt in The Neverending Story (a movie full of archetypes!) when he realizes the book he’s reading is about himself. I had to take a break to process all of it, and to enjoy a truly rare breed of adventure. Exciting times, indeed. :D