I was never able to agree with Freud that the dream is a "façade" behind which its meaning lies hidden-a meaning already known but maliciously, so to speak, withheld from consciousness. To me dreams are a part of nature, which harbors no intention to deceive, but expresses something as best it can, just as a plant grows or an animal seeks its food as best it can. These forms of life, too, have no wish to deceive our eyes, but we may deceive ourselves because our eyes are shortsighted. Or we hear amiss because our ears are rather deaf-but it is not our ears that wish to deceive us. Long before I met Freud I regarded the unconscious, and dreams, which are its direct exponents, as natural processes to which no arbitrariness can be attributed, and above all no legerdemain. I knew no reasons for the assumption that the tricks of consciousness can be extended to the natural processes of the unconscious. On the contrary, daily experience taught me what intense resistance the unconscious opposes to the tendencies of the conscious mind.
— Carl Gustav Jung
Jung's argument here is not merely technical — it is a refusal of a particular way of framing the inner life. Freud's "façade" model installs the unconscious as a deceiver, a censor, something that withholds. Jung will not have it. The unconscious, for him, belongs to the same order as the plant growing toward light or the animal tracking its food: not strategic, not duplicitous, simply expressing what it can through the means available to it. The failure of communication, when it happens, is ours — the eyes too short-sighted, the ears too dull.
What this reframes is the work of attention. If the unconscious deceives, you need to outwit it, dissolve its disguises, break through its resistance. If the unconscious is nature expressing something as best it can, you need to learn how to receive. The difference is not trivial. One posture turns inward life into an adversary; the other turns it into a grammar you have not yet learned to read. Jung's daily experience taught him that the unconscious resists consciousness — but resistance is not malice. A river resists the dam without wishing it harm. What he is defending is the dignity of the dream as speech, however imperfect, rather than theater constructed to mislead.
Carl Gustav Jung·Memories, Dreams, Reflections·1963