from  rationality that  dreams are!  But  isn't that  the way
with genius? Doesn't it know where to look for truth—in
paradox, where  the  rest  of  us  tend  to find  confusion?
Moreover,  if  Freud   is  an  example,  genius  seems   to
approach paradox  in paradoxical ways. By which  I  refer
to  the  historical  fact  that  his  generative  idea, the one
with which  he made dream interpretation the foundation
of  a  scientific  approach   to  human  nature,  was  not  a
scientific one  but an artistic one.  It  was not a principle,
law, conclusion,  inference or finding.  It was a metaphor
drawn   from  an  analogy.  The  metaphor  of  the  dream
censor  was  drawn   from  a   perception   of   dreams  as
analogous to neurotic symptoms.
     Think of it!  Everything  that has so  radically changed
our views  of people  and their institutions  as a result of
psychoanalytic    science    comes    ultimately   from   a
metaphor drawn on an analogy!
     Metaphors,  however,  when   employed  in  scientific
ventures,  as we  know, have  their  limitations,  and  it  is
always important to  establish what  these limitations are.
Looking   back   over   the  years  of  my  work  in  dream
psychology   I   can  see  that   most  of  it  has  sought  to
identify the  boundaries of  the dream censor Yet,  it was
not until this year that I  saw a metaphor  as a  prolific  as
the dream censor may not be contained by even the most
persuasive  demarcation   of  its  limits;  it  may  only  be
enlarged, and that only by way of another metaphor.
     The  companion  metaphor that  I want to introduce, as
coined  by my  colleague  Dr. Pete Sinclair, is the dream
poet. "Art," said Picasso, "is  the lie  that  tells  the  truth."
"Neurosis," Freud  might  have  said,  "is  the  big  lie  that
hides   the   little  lie."     What   I   mean   to   suggest   by
juxtaposing these aphorisms is that the dream censor and
the  dream poet  may coexist  in  our views  of  dreams as
fruitfully as do Freud and Picasso in our views of history
    I want you to read some reflections on a dream written
by   Dr. Sinclair  that  conveys  something  of  his  mind's
ways.  Dr.  Sinclair  is   not  a  man  of  medicine,  nor  of
science;  he  is  a  man of letters. (The only official prize
Freud  ever received  in his  lifetime,  remember, was the
Goethe prize for literature.) Dr. Sinclair writes:

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