Dreaming of the Anima

Last night I was reading Animus and Anima, a short book with two essays by Emma Jung. She writes, in the book, about elemental beings in fairytales as examples of how the anima behaves. I went to sleep with my mind filled with ideas about nixies, swan maidens, water women and other mythical feminine figures. I had a dream that I was standing in a bedroom with my son - a bedroom in my house according to the dream but not familiar in the real world - and a bookshelf in the room was filled with children's books written for adults: pornographic fairytale books! I felt uncomfortable for a moment about my son finding these books, but I shrugged that off and decided they were just part of life and he'd be okay reading them. Suddenly then, as I was sitting on the bed, I felt a porcupine quill stuck in the tip of my index finger. I pulled it out and dropped it onto the floor. The thought crossed my mind that someone might step on it, but I decided there were plenty porcupine quills around and I wouldn't worry about one more. And that's where the dream ended. Hah - I don't even want to speculate what that might be about - but I blame Emma Jung's book!