Dream of operation to remove an eye, with two beds and a spilt alcoholic drink, told at the Dream Research Institute, Centre for Counselling and Psychotherapy Education, London, 28th March 2025.

Note, Julia rotated the page while painting the dream, because of the dream's disjointed narrative structure. The painting is hence displayed below twice, so as to show it rotated.  

My husband has spilt some wine or whiskey on a surface. He didn't pick up the bottle and so I need to collect up all the golden liquid. I'm then going on a retreat with my friend Zoe, she hadn't been invited, and we're both going to Brighton for the day. I take a wrong turn and there's a traffic jam ahead looking like a spaghetti junction, down a hill, only resembling an Italian village. We decide to turn around and go swimming in the mixed pond at Hampstead. I'm then showing slides on a big screen of a retreat last year. The slides show a dramatic sea with realistic waves and a boat.  Zoe is talking and obsessively smoking, she wants to join our group at the retreat, I don't want her to but don't object. Alex takes stuff to the boat and I'm proud of him. I'm next in a bed and a man is next to me and gives me a small kiss and he says we will meet again at the pond for a swim. I am then at home and there's building work going on. I'm in a chair and my mother is lying down on a bed. I have to have an operation: There is no more anaesthetic and no glass eyes. A man reaches and takes out my left eye, leaving a long, crude, diagonal scar in its place. I'm crying but my mother says not to cry and just talks about what she's been doing. I'm thinking that she is a narcissist because she's telling me not to cry. I get cross and I shout but I can't get the words out, I want to say that she's a narcissist. Alex has then bought me a leather passport holder, I know this and I’m curious he hasn’t given it to me. I'm then near my daughter's school in Camden, passing by a tube train stop named library 22. I cycle through a pedestrianised town square and bump into her teacher, Miss Law. She's with other teachers setting up an event. I go to Gail's, the cake shop, to bring her something but nothing is left except two muffins and a cheesecake. I wake up feeling very nauseous.