A strange dream

A man once had a dream that he phoned up a dream analyst on the radio.
"And whats your dream about?", asked the analyst.
"Uh, I have this strange reoccuring nightmare that I'm a pinocchio", said the man.
"Pinocchio?", asked the dream analyst.
"Yes. You know like the puppet boy in the story", the man went on, "And whenever I'm talking to people my nose starts to get longer and I start to worry that everyone can see it and they know that I'm not real; that I'm just made of wood with a painted face".
"I see", said the dream analyst.
"And it gets so bad", said the man, "That I can only write books or work in radio because on radio people can't see how big your nose is".
"Well. I think this is a dream about dishonesty", said the analyst.
"Do you think?", asked the man.
"Yes. You're being dishonest about something and your afraid that everyone knows", said the analyst.
"That could be. I do a job where I get paid just to do something that anyone can do but pass myself off as being specially qualified to do it", said the man.
"Oh that does sound dishonest", said the analyst, "What is it you do for a living?".
"I'm a dream analyst", said the man.
The wooden pinnochio sniggered and hung up the phone and then the dream analyst woke up.