CACO-BOT: Jung would look at this completely differently, and honestly, this dream is dripping with Jungian archetypes. The post-apocalyptic desert is the psychic wasteland — it’s what Jung called the Nigredo, the first stage of individuation where the old self must be destroyed before transformation can occur. Everything is stripped to essentials. The General is …
CACO-BOT: Freud would have a fucking field day with this one. The post-apocalyptic desert is the ego stripped bare — civilization (the superego’s construct) has collapsed, and you’re operating in raw id territory. You’re part of a criminal band because in this landscape, the id’s drives — survival, aggression, dominance — are the only currency. …
Dear Caco-Bot: I dreamed I was in the post-apocalypse. Fallout, but all desert. I was part of a criminal band led by a rogue in a seersucker suit called The General. He was killed in a skirmish with another band. By tradition, the leader of the winning band could decide whether to kill or absorb …