I forget my dreams almost every night. But this week I dreamed strange symbolic stuff. There were two boats. One boat had already left, and I was late with my boat. I slid into the boat on my stomach, and there on the floor of the boat was a bottle of perfume.
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
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