Dream of a boy falling from a metal bridge and being on a blue tour coach, told at the Psychoanalysis Unit, University College London, 19th October 2026

I was travelling somewhere as part of a guided tour, We were standing on a bridge, and the tour guide was explaining something to us. On the way, there were four young people climbing on a bridge structure. The tour guide tried to stop them, but they continued climbing anyway. Suddenly, one of them fell to their death. I don't know exactly how they fell or how they died. Their body was lying on the ground, covered with a white cloth. People weren't panicking, but were trying to stop the traffic and call for help. A blue-coloured coach stopped, and suddenly we were on the coach, which was also blue inside. The driver was a Chinese woman. She said that she drove this route twice every day, so she had stopped to see what had happened. She said it was a relaxing job and that she liked it.
I fell asleep on the coach. At some point, my counsellor asked me whether I liked eating the duck leg rice my mother made. I replied that my mother didn't often cook it that way. She only made it because I had asked her to, although she ended up burning it.
When I woke up on the coach, I wasn't quite sure what was happening. I turned to my friend to ask whether she had bought the tickets. She didn't look at me and responded rather coldly. I took out my phone to check the ticket prices, thinking that I would transfer her the money later. Then my friend told me that it was time to get off the coach. I suddenly became very anxious and rushed to ask her where my luggage was. I couldn't find her, and I was in a hurry to get off the coach because I was afraid it would continue driving and I would miss my stop. After getting off, I suddenly started worrying about where my small bag was. My identification documents were inside it. All of a sudden, I had them in my hand, but I couldn't remember where my watch was. Perhaps I had left it at the hotel.