Albus walked slowly over to her as she replied, and sat down by the comfort of the fire and her presence. "No...No, you didn't disturb me, its fine." It wasn't as if Freud-no matter how interesting-was more important.
Her theory got him thinking, suddenly, of things he'd heard, things he'd read. "That's interesting, because...in psychology-a muggle science-there's this theory that says the exact thing."
He drew his legs into crossed position. "It says that we repress things. That our subconscious bares things we repress, and that dreams were a window into our hidden desires, a window to...maybe our true selves."
Albus closed his eyes a moment in thought, and he nodded. He could also do without waking with his heart pounding and his eyes completely wide. "I know what you mean. But, maybe you're trying to protect yourself from something," he said. "Did you have the same dream as last, or...did it change?"