An excerpt from the journal of Eustace Clarence Scrubb:
24 June
Last night I dreamed of flying through the air. The skies were the most intense blue - cobalt blue, I think, not the deep indigo of Prussian blue, but I will have to look that up in father's book of colours - there were no clouds. It was when I flapped my wings on instinct that I had the first inkling that all was not as it seemed. I looked down and saw scaly claws. Naturally, I was horrified. But, looking beyond that, I saw endless blue ocean far below, a rocky island, and a curious looking ship - perhaps a Galleon or Carrack? Again, I shall have to check the library - but, seeing such things at a great height along with my altered physical state made me feel quite frightened and I began to panic. Logically, I cannot fly, and, in realising this, I fell and woke before I hit the water.
According to Freud, dreams are constructions of the unconscious mind which, if interpreted correctly, can provide insight into the unconscious wishes of the dreamer. Obviously I do not wish to fly, but flying can represent how I might entertain unreality, my monstrous form representing who I might become if I do so - a menace and burden to society - and falling could represent the inevitable folly which results in catastrophe. All in all, I believe my unconscious mind is anticipating the arrival of my horrid cousins, who have given themselves wholly into this folly of believing illogical things and intend to drag me down with them if I give them even the slightest foothold.
"Air"
Ha ha I hate Freud, I think he was a nutter and it's never any fun to do Freudian critical readings, but I feel like pre-Dawn Treader Eustace would have thought him very scientific. And wanting to look up his dreams and interpret them *logically* feels to me to be such a Eustace thing. Anyway, I know I've skipped a few prompts, but I hope you guys have been enjoying these too :)
Trix