Coventry: an analysis

(A friend of mine told me I should offer some analyses of my dreams. I think they are all obvious, but I here offer a basic reading. The original is below, post of May 23rd.)
Nero – He used to dress up as a bear and sodomize children tied to a stake, he also watched Rome burn playing the violin
Coventry – My father told me he went there on an archeological dig once and that they were a bunch of pig fuckers, hence the connection to Nero. (Nero also had built a Roman fort there.)
Theater Director – I took a theater directing class at UC Santa Barbara and dropped it in 1997.
Australian – Kangaroos. In other words, this man from my (theatrical) past was trying to replay an instance in the life of Nero by becoming “kangaroo” and sodomizing me. (He got it wrong, I would be the kangaroo.)
Two people rush up to me – these are my balls, no doubt, because when I was young my father told me that the balls are two little heads, and we know from Desmond Morris's The Naked Ape that seimal fluid and brain fluid communicate and coalesce via a spinal conduit
I am completely naked – Typical dream topos. The saying makes it so. My balls speak to me, I look down, and I am naked, ready to be sodomized/castrated by the Aussie. Mental castration, insofar as I know nothing about Nero. Actual castration, by forcing me into a catamite's role.
Running around – Needs no comment. I am always naked in dreams. It is a way to keep active, keep the paranoid dream libido healthy. I also like running around naked in reality. But we are taking about dreams.
Suitcase – I would say this is the forbidden anus of homosexual penetration a la Freud or the incestuous schizophrenic vagina which conceals a vagina a la Deleuze but actually I added this part because I changed the dream. In the real dream, I was actually running around naked trying to kill people, tear off their clothes, and that segwayed into a nice long disembodied sequence where I was sodomizing an albino trannie.
Car – OK, there was no car. In the real dream, a film director from Canada was forcing me to perform as a Roman soldier in Cape Cod, Virginia and I was trying to get dressed in a tent and two people came in and told me I had missed my cue and then shouted that I was completely naked. But I felt this didn’t capture the essence of the dream so I changed the whole setting via the rules of first revision (See Interpretation of Dreams) to me showing the theater director around a Roman fort in Coventry.
Hadrian – Roman emperor a few after Nero. His legacy was in fact a giant wall but I just learned that, I confused him with Trajan who built a giant column (picture above). It is very nice but you need to know another language to read it, even the pictures.
A man with a moustache – was actually a man with a THINNING moustache, i.e., vagina osa, a.k.a. the rotten mouth, which one sees a lot of traveling abroad. Thinning hair, rotten teeth, of course, are castration, i.e. me missing my cue in reality or knowing nothing about Nero in the first revision.
What do you mean, etc. – Well, there is no dialogue really in dreams. I just added this. It is all just what one is feeling. No one spoke. I am just running around, naked, trying to sodomize, being sodomized, forgetting my lines, in Virginia, a Canadian film director yelling at me.

SUMMARY: the dream says that my regret of the past (my failure as a theatre director, my failed books and screenplays, my mother’s absence, my father in prison) is as stupid as an Canadian dressing me up as a kangaroo in the hopes of sodomizing me, itself derivative of the story of Nero and the bear, Nero derivative of the earlier Cesars, and Ancient Rome derivative of Ancient Greece. The bear symbolizes America (our current stock market) in whose shadow lives Canada (where I live now). So I must continue to work on my fourth autobiographical novel, Genius Insane Blaster Tron 4, The Duty of Genius, and the adaptation of my third autobiographical novel, George, into a screenplay, for between all these binaries of reality/dream, dream/revision, theater/film, bear/kangaroo, Canadian/Aussie, Roman/Greece (I am Greek), Coventry/Cape Cod, Freud/Deleuze, stands ME, immortal Trajan, he who came after Nero, he who is now, the unknown navel of the dream, the phallus of Trajan's column thrusting up from the dead earth of burning Rome (hence the naked me between the two men who ran up to me) defiant of Christians and gentiles, George the Jew, George’s column, George the phallus, carved with living veins in the wisdom of my toil and pleasure. (And finally, the increasing size of the column of this post, for in my dream I must have anticipated that my friend would tell me to write an analysis, c.f. Freud on condensation.)