Why, thank you, Amos. I've noticed through my life that my personal unconscious has little finesse, but advances with a clue-club right off the bat. There's little difficulty in interpretation.

That man, and my real and dream interactions with him, were the closest I've ever come to believing there is something other than meat-space. He was a thorough ne'er-do-well, a genius, and a lost soul if there ever was such a thing. He fascinated (and repelled at the same time) everyone who ever met him, and he looked (and sometimes acted) like Rasputin. The resemblance was frequently remarked on.

Woah... colourful tapestry of our juicy youth, eh?