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Dreams Point to problems in my dull personal life.

1) My apartment walls need new new paint. 2) An interesting Mamma (Italian) stirs guilt. 3) g-Mail account problem= a transparent Freudian sex symbol.

1) My apartment walls somehow, needs paint, a professional house painter comes and says he detects the walls had been painted inadequately sometime in the past and the old paint had to be removed before re-painting.

I reply, I know all about paint and he is mistaken, that it was normal fading and weathering, As I say this, I am embarrassed to see that the paint had started to crack and separate in places and that he could be right. I them feel uncomfortable over having made such an assertion.
#2 Italian restaurant. It is one run by an older woman, who is my lover and we appear to happy together. She is widowed and her son Giovanni, comes to visit after not being around for a long time. He has reddish hair and a moustache, which looks, untrimm and gives him an unkempt look. His eyes sort of nastigmus-like shake when he looked at me. I wondered, if he is angry with his mom or me over our relationship. However he spoke only about how ill he had been and how unproductive financially his art efforts were. I somehow knew. that all this had something to do with his living with his emotionally disturbed women art models, who were also drug addicts.

I am also somehow, an artist, my works,- landscapes, are displayed around the restaurant.

Behind the windows of the upper story, a group of posters on paper are viable from the ground. These are the work of her son, They are professional quality, but some are sun faded. He takes these posters and leaves.
3) A problem repeats several times in this dream, about opening my g-mail account, after several try I conclude it is server problem and not with my PC or password.

While still half asleep I analyze this dream as one of psychoanalytic sex symbols where g-mail becomes male-genital and shifts to the server side, responsibility for my present state of detactment from a significant love. Then I think, of the earler dream of the loving older woman at the Italian restauant and it amuses me that my CBT psychologist friend will tell me, deam analysis is achrcaic nonesence, that his instructors tell him it is a waste of time for any CBT trained therapist. I wake up, it is 4 A.M. Decide it was all just dream stuff.