A CHILD OF EIGHT once said to me: “I like going to sleep, because I dream, and when I dream I can be as naughty as I like without being punished.” That, indeed, contains the whole essence of the dream science.  In our dreams we are as naughty as our primitive self desires to be; we get what we want and  hang the consequences, but the moral censor within us insists on camouflage, and the dream as it presents itself to our consciousness is but an anaemic representative  of the full-blooded wish which inspired it.