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Huub Mous The stolen key
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On the way back from a meeting, which I do not know who were there, let alone for which this meeting actually was, I felt a wrench I sit my pocket. It was the key of a prison cell. How he got there, I wondered. Did someone secretly put it in my pocket or I might have taken him by mistake home? But a key do not sway. And then, what do I do with it? I'm not in jail. No one in my circle of acquaintances who it has something neither condemned nor as jailer. After some hesitation, I also put the key in my collection of curios on the chimney. What does this dream? Freud would still use it to know what to do. No symbol that refers explicitly to a phallus than one key. A useless key, in this case, because the lock has been lost. For years, I keep the key of a church. He is on the chimney at my house. In 1969 I got that key stolen from a cardboard box that was left in the sacristy of the parish saturated steam temperature church HH Martyrs of Gorkum to Linnaeushof Amsterdam Watergraafsmeer unattended. saturated steam temperature Later I've ever tried, or the key still fit the lock. The great church saturated steam temperature architect Kropholler has heavy wooden doors with old fashioned locks it. Apparently they had replaced the lock. Maybe the key was already obsolete at the moment I purloined it. Why let your otherwise unattended key swinging in a cardboard box? Anyway, this crime has been barred, so I'll be around for to come out.
You could be the key as a symbol can take on 'face saturated steam temperature value': the ability to enter another room. Incidentally, in terms of sex and procreation is a phallus indeed a key.
But it could also be that you see the church as a prison and the fact that you stole that key have denied in the dream. "We therefore welcome Mr Huub that you've finally come. To terms" what the key concerns then, huh. Hendricus
The de-alienation of the church-key does sound very symbolic, especially for someone who sees standing. Opposite the faith of his educators CG Jung and CJ Schuurman interpretation would have declared Freud differently. That reminds me your key contribution of 7 March, about the art of war, in remembrance, and that brings me back to the chemist / artist Oey Tjeng Sit at the presentation of the Max Reneman price:
In 1984 Oey Tjeng Sit gets Max Reneman Prize awarded in the Amsterdam nightclub Richter. The award, established in memory of the killed in 1978 in a plane crash Max Reneman, is awarded to artists who combine their artistry with an interest in the exact sciences and medicine. The jury characterizes Chintz consistent use of newspapers as follows: "The paper and the letters then be deformed into faces, black and white. He shows little color to need to bring nuances. Few spectacle also to express themselves. He walks to the hard facts, not to avoid them, but to view them "once from all sides.
Sit takes the prize in an unorthodox way over: with a Zorro mask on, he speaks from an acceptance speech that is incomprehensible by the noise of two basins during the speech he strikes with force against each other. Afterwards, he informs the astonished saturated steam temperature audience a piece of paper with the text of the speech:
"You

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