“I remembered how like Garibaldi he [my father] had looked on his death bed and felt glad that it had come true... (There was a continuation which I had forgotten)”
‘To stand before one’s children’s eyes, after one’s death, great and unsullied’ - the wish embodied in this dream - who would not desire this?
Yet these elevated thoughts prepared the way in the analysis for something that was common and degrading...
The analysis enabled me to fill in the missing part of the dream...
It was a mention of my second son, to whom I had given the first name of a great historical figure [Oliver Cromwell] who had powerfully attracted me in my boyhood, especially since my visit to England. During the year before the child’s birth I had made up my mind to use this name if it were a son and I greeted the new born baby with a feeling of high satisfaction. (It is easy to see how the suppressed megalomania of fathers is transferred in their thoughts on to their children, and it seems quite probable that this is one of the ways in which the suppression of that feeling, which becomes necessary in actual life, is carried out.)
The little boy's right to appear in the context of this dream was derived from the fact that he had just had the ... misadventure - easily forgivable in a child and a dying man - of soiling his bedclothes”
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