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Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. IV: 1944-1947

This is the secret of dreams—that we do not dream, but rather we are dreamt. [...] The dream is dreamed to us. We are the objects. We simply find ourselves put into a situation. If a fatal destiny is awaiting us, we are already seized by what will lead us to this destiny in the dream, in the same way it will overcome us in reality.

Carl Jung, Children’s Dreams: Notes of the Seminar Given in 1936–1940

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“Writers have bad readers; in private life, these critics are called psychiatrists. The catastrophe suffered by the lunatic is unlike that visited on any other patient. While the cardiologist, the oncologist, the gastroenterologist may be imperious and arrogant, refusing to listen to the poor ignorant civilian who has nothing at all to contribute to her own case, the psychiatrist does nothing but listen. He listens for hours, days, weeks, years as the patient unfurls her life before him: her perceptions, her emotions, what she takes to be the most significant events of her story. Then the doctor tells her that she is wrong. She does not understand her own story. She does not understand her own thoughts, her own senses or feelings or place in the world at all. She is wrong about herself. She is so wrong that she is sick.

Psychiatric pathology is not located in the organs or the blood. It is not even located, so far as anyone can prove, in the brain. It is the person who is pathological. The patient has a disease of perception, a disease of affect, an interpretive disease, a disease of subjectivity itself. She cannot reliably describe the world around her, or she cannot explain her place in it. She does not understand her dealings with other people, or she cannot account for her own habits. This inability to interpret has left her unable to manage her own life. She cannot form ordinary relationships. She cannot summon the proper feelings or any feelings at all. She turns suicidal or violent, strange or reclusive, all according to the interior logic of a mistake.”

“Over the Borderline”, Emmett Rensin

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This is the secret of dreams—that we do not dream, but rather we are dreamt. [...] The dream is dreamed to us. We are the objects. We simply find ourselves put into a situation. If a fatal destiny is awaiting us, we are already seized by what will lead us to this destiny in the dream, in the same way it will overcome us in reality.

Carl Jung, Children’s Dreams: Notes of the Seminar Given in 1936–1940