Dream (reverse chronology):
Drunk House MD slouching shoulders, moving to Wilsion's table in empty jazz club, snuggling imaginary Cuddy. "Love, Lisa Cuddy" in golden letters on inside of lid of mobile phone. The gold was produced in a transmutation machine on the first floor of a metallic cyberpunk tower in the midst of a desert wasteland. The gift was produced by solving a riddle involving placing blocks containing radioactive metals in the right order in the machine. Atomic health was contained in such blocks to cause mutations. At every explosion in a nuclear plant, an atomic health was released.
Threatened to punch F when he said that I should suffer for the trail in Turkey to be worthwhile.
Analysis:
Gold from transmutation: alchemy, digging for a heart of gold.
Transmutation: poem about nuclear fission, purity (noble metal, inert) from radioactivity (decay, volatile), longevity from danger (what doesn't kill me makes me stronger)
Desert wasteland: emptiness of depression.
F said I should suffer: this is what he said when I didn't want to go to the athletics club as a child, which I recollected yesterday — it conditioned me to push myself too hard when hiking.
Puzzle: jumanji, unconscious mind, produces revelation of love (wish fulfilment). House MD expressed his rage at Cuddy by driving into her living room, transgressing her boundaries as I did with S.
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