“I dreamed I saw my maternal grandmother sitting by the bank of a swimming pool, that was also a river. In real life, she had been a victim of Alzheimer’s disease, and had regressed, before her death, to a semi-conscious state. In the dream, as well, she had lost her capacity for self-control. Her genital region was exposed, dimly; it had the appearance of a thick mat of hair. She was stroking herself, absent-mindedly. She walked over to me, with a handful of pubic hair, compacted into something resembling a large artist’s paint-brush. She pushed this at my face. I raised my arm, several times, to deflect her hand; finally, unwilling to hurt her, or interfere with her any farther, I let her have her way. She stroked my face with the brush, gently, and said, like a child, “isn’t it soft?” I looked at her ruined face and said, “yes, Grandma, it’s soft.”
― Jordan B. Peterson, Maps of Meaning: The Architecture of Belief - 1999
The fact that he dreamed about his grandma raping him has nothing to do with his grandma, and all with his brain.
His grandma didn’t do anything, his brain made her rape him in his fantasy. Nietzsche would have a field day with him.
But seeing how you are a Kermit fanboy, of course you don’t understand anything about psychology. There is a reason why they want to revoke his psychology license.
“I dreamed I saw my maternal grandmother sitting by the bank of a swimming pool, that was also a river. In real life, she had been a victim of Alzheimer’s disease, and had regressed, before her death, to a semi-conscious state. In the dream, as well, she had lost her capacity for self-control. Her genital region was exposed, dimly; it had the appearance of a thick mat of hair. She was stroking herself, absent-mindedly. She walked over to me, with a handful of pubic hair, compacted into something resembling a large artist’s paint-brush. She pushed this at my face. I raised my arm, several times, to deflect her hand; finally, unwilling to hurt her, or interfere with her any farther, I let her have her way. She stroked my face with the brush, gently, and said, like a child, “isn’t it soft?” I looked at her ruined face and said, “yes, Grandma, it’s soft.”
― Jordan B. Peterson, Maps of Meaning: The Architecture of Belief - 1999
That doesn’t sound like he said he wanted to fuck his grandma so much as he had a dream that she raped him…
Don’t you understand anything of psychology?
The fact that he dreamed about his grandma raping him has nothing to do with his grandma, and all with his brain.
His grandma didn’t do anything, his brain made her rape him in his fantasy. Nietzsche would have a field day with him.
But seeing how you are a Kermit fanboy, of course you don’t understand anything about psychology. There is a reason why they want to revoke his psychology license.
I don’t have feelings one way or the other for the guy. I was responding to what I read. Get help.