In my dream last night I was interviewing Chomsky at his place. Chomsky's full name is Avram Noam Chomsky, and I asked him, "What's with the Avram? Why did you lose it?" And he got angry at me. He said, "You asked me this before and I answered you."
I didn't realize I'd asked him before. But it made sense to me; because in real life I've had a couple of email exchanges with the great Chomsky; and stupidly, I haven't been able to fully absorb his teaching about Israel's non-"right to exist" on Palestinian land.
Anyway, then Chomsky's toupee fell off and he was bald and it was embarrassing. We both looked away and I got out of the room and went to my own room, on Chomsky's large estate. My wife and I were staying there, in a room with a key. Chomsky briefly showed me my room and said something about the key in the door.
My wife is more intuitive than I am and interpreted the dream in the following manner: I make people uncomfortable by badgering them and getting into their personal space. I'm in and out of a fairly personal terrain here, with old Chompers, and I'm embarrassed about this quality in myself. Myself I interpret the dream as reflecting a comment that an editor made to me not long ago, that I have an adolescent relationship with my parents. Though in the dream I seem to grow out of that. Here's hoping.
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