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'O ’mbriaco. Fourteen is the drunk, and it’s one of the numbers the Smorfia treats most kindly: in popular tradition he isn’t a man of vice, he’s the one who’s had a few and tells the truth — “in vino veritas,” translated into the language of the alleys. He laughs, gets carried away, talks too much, and in doing so lets slip things he’d have kept to himself sober. In dreams, fourteen arrives when something gets out of hand. Not necessarily alcohol: an evening that ended differently than it was supposed to, a word blurted out, an enthusiasm that went too far. It’s the number of losing control, and it should be read without moralizing — it happens to everyone, and it’s not always a bad thing: some true things only come out when you let your guard down. Only one image leads here, the drunk, and nothing more is needed. It’s a figure you recognize right away in dreams, whether it’s a real person or a feeling — that light head, the step that won’t keep to a straight line, the world tilted a little. There is a serious side, though, and it would be dishonest to skip it. Losing control one night is an episode; losing it often is something else, and it’s not the Smorfia’s place to read that. If fourteen has come up in your dream, the gentle question is which of the two looks like your situation. Here we read images, nothing more.
Smorfia
drunk
'O 'mbriaco: the one who has lost control and tells the truth without meaning to. Merriment and ruin in the same glass.
The entries the old Smorfia tied to 14, spelled the way they were back then.
Excess
When moderation goes out the window: one glass too many, temptation, losing your head.
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