New Britain herald., 1928-09-28

and little day-by- day worries-cN- erything. Nothing can be too great. as nothing is too small. When the transference of burden has been ef- fected, then-and then only-can you hope for peace and happiness. v Then he talked about an Oedipus complex, which was psyche for the love she felt for Tad; and the ex- pression of the father-image which, Mrs. Thorne took it, was something on which Mrs. Brandon counted to insure perfect harmony between himself and his woman patients. She had heard of analysts who insisted that their patients fall Tn love with. them, in order to effect transference with greater eNpe = diency. She was glad that Mir. Cram don was satisfied with being q Ifather-image-it sounded quite harmless.
 After that she called upon him twice a week and spent an hour i'll the cozy privacy of his office. She told him all her dreams. which he interpreted in amazing and some times rather disconcerting fashion. Once he told her that she disliked Sybil, but she would have none of that and threatened quite angrily to discontinue her visits.
 With your Unconscious, Of course" amended Mir. Brandon has, tily. "The more your Unconscious is obsessed by thing. the less your conscious self knows about it."
 Then he explained how we are absolyed from the emotions and wicked desires of our Unconscious. But it was well, he pointed out, to drag them into the open. that We might consider them dispassion- ately and cast them from us.
 After that Mrs. Thorne began to feel that she could discuss her in nermost thoughts with perfect frankness. She told him a great deal about Sybil. and wept as she told of the apparent gulf that lay between them.
 She discussed Tad and Valerie, and talked about her own married life, and how deeply she had loved her husband. She recalled the first few years of her marriage, and the birth of her children, and recount ed numerous details of their child hood.
 1te.{n and encouraged all her confidence. It was such d relief-finding some one to talk to. Someone who was really interested.
 For one thing, Mrs. Thorne was greatly troubled with insomnia. Tad had suggested glass of warm milk and a few graham crackers, to be eaten at bed time. Dr. Eaton had prescribed mild sleeping potion. While Sybil had presumed to say that if her mother exerted a little physical effort during the day she might be able to sleep better at night. Dr. Brandon was infinitely more satisfactory.
 You do not sleep" he told her, "because you are afraid of dream ing. Not consciously. you under stand. It is your unconscious sell that refuses to let you sleep. Dreams Dreams .. are dangerous things my dear Mrs. Thorne.'
 Then, between them, they would line up all Mrs. Thorne's poor little dreams and stand them in a line without any clothes on as it were And Mir. Brandon would proceed to interpretation and analysis. until the merest and most insignificant would assume tremendous proportions and Mrs. Thorne would be very wei pleased with her little dreams
 Sometimes, of course. she found
 them embarrassing, but even tha
 was rather exciting and not alto
 gether unpleasant.
 Mrs. Tnorne began to feel rather
 like an adventures. It was a ga,
 and lovely feeling for a little drat
 old woman. Her eyes brightened
 and her cheeks grew faintly pink
 She moved in a mysterious aura ol
 dreams and imaginings.
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