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Reading the anxiety dreams of others led me to have an anxiety dream last night even though I have been retired more years than I wish to remember. It was the standard dream: the deadline was soon approaching for me to give a lecture but I couldn't find the lecture room. I didn't have a manuscript to read; I didn't even know my topic. Often I ask for directions as I wander through a busy city but I never find the place. Last night the darkened city was deserted, and I met no one until I entered a fortress-like, concrete building where I met an elderly woman. I have met her in many dreams and know her as my anima: she is grey-haired, very short, very powerfully built, ugly and totally terrifying. Often she is behind a door to grab me as I enter a room but last night she directed me to a flight of stairs that led ever downward. After a while I realized that it was far too late to give the lecture, and also that I was deep underground. At that point I woke up. Bert