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DREAMS AS POETRY 5<br />
PSYCHOANALYSIS: A DREAM<br />
VICTORIA POLLOCK, MA<br />
I had this dream about me and my analyst. It’s disguised as an erotic poem<br />
about my analysis. I think it’s about feeling that psychoanalytic intimacy is<br />
transgressive. In the dream there is the thrill of wrongdoing. However, what I<br />
find really thrilling is working closely together, shoulder to shoulder, head to<br />
head, and somehow penetrating each other in ways that feel out of control and<br />
ecstatically wrong, but are, in fact, right.<br />
They are sitting on the floor,<br />
They lean hard against each other.<br />
Studying the cell phone,<br />
Too close,<br />
Transgressive,<br />
Their bodies crash together, side by side,<br />
as if it’s not happening at all, but it is.<br />
Longing, balled up tight like paper<br />
tossed in a trash can, unfolding.<br />
They are falling into and through each other<br />
with everything they’ve got.<br />
Victoria Pollock, MA, RSW, RMFT, Toronto, Canada, is a psychoanalyst<br />
and psychotherapist in private practice and is an adjunct faculty member<br />
at the School of Theology at the University of Toronto. She writes,<br />
“On Tuesdays I sing and dance and talk to people at the soup kitchen;<br />
as far as I know, nobody minds.”