Dream
I sat locked in a room with no handle on the door, and lit an incense. A basin surrounded the incense to prevent house fire. I sucked on a lolipop, which caused a rushing sensation in my head and allowed me to levitate briefly, before returning to the ground. I stuck my tongue into a power strip; my body transformed into an electrical current and I escaped the room by travelling through a chord that ran underneath the door and exiting through a power outlet in the hallway. A man in the hallway asked me if I enjoyed the lolipop, and commented that when he was a youngster he enjoyed them quite a bit himself.
Analysis
The day before, Megan left oil on her stove, and we had to drive back to the apartment so she didn't burn the house down. The prospect of fire crept into my dream in the precautionary form of a basin. The fire led to the association of incense, which I then associate with marijuana, hence the psychoactive effects of the lolipop, which reminded me of an electrifying lolipop from Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door; the electrifying oral sensation was transferred to the power strip.
The bizarre manner in which I escaped the room by morphing into energy represents the absurdity of my own birth, and is a substitute for an escape from the womb. However, in the dream, the process is markedly easier than it was in reality, perhaps as a matter of wishful thinking. That the birth canal would be represented by circuitry is not so strange: the chord is the umbilical chord, and my escape via a power outlet is its severance. It is worth commenting that incense is a well-known aphrodisiac, and the basin represents the water of the womb.
The other day at the store, a young boy asked his mother to buy him a lolipop, and she asked why he wanted it. In this dream, I have unconsciously identified with the boy, and have discovered my reasoning, as well as enacted a symbolic detachment from the mother. The man in the hallway represents the father, absent at the scene in the store, who is understanding of its magical properties. The hallway itself is a transitory location, connecting the bedroom to the living room, much as the first year or so of one's life connects the fetus months to the "active" stage of crawling.
Lastly, the power strip may be mingled in with my new dog's chewing up of our electrical equipment. The helplessness of being stuck in the room may double as an identification with Hades, who spends the night in a kennel. In fact, from his kennel he managed to chew up an ethernet chord.