Wednesday, October 16, 2013

I consider last night a success

I managed to have another of those dreams from which I wake up disturbingly enriched and wonderfully crestfallen. 

A car-traveling dream, always somewhere between east Texas and south Arkansas. Bogged down and disoriented in a strange town. Lost and frustrated. Can't find my way out of that town. 

Directions sought from sullen inhabitants lead nowhere. I consult the town's beautiful blond travel-agent oracle, who sits behind a desk on an elevated platform. She tries her smiling best to inject charts and information into my head, to no effect. Then wandering on foot through industrial precincts.

The way it all felt and seemed, the sense of an eternal dismal marooning -- it just doesn't get any better than this!


  1. Wow: this is great: disturbingly enriched and wonderfully crestfallen. The whole thing is great. Dreaming, I think, is a parallel or, at times, perpendicular universe, - who knows, maybe it's the second or infinite life some say we will have, or it's a past life (even if we appear, look the same, as do all our comrades, acquaintances, etc). I believe dreams are to deconstruct - create a chaos to reassemble, and that this is what refreshes us. Too much dreaming is bad, of course - poor sleep. Too little will lead to hallucinations. We must dream. In dreaming, we are travelers, and yes, the traveler's aim, just as the waking traveler's aim, is survival. Being stranded is a common dream (that's not meant as a personal attack, as in, come on, can't you dream something interesting?!). I have a recurring dream of not being able to pee in private, and in a clean place. I know this goes back to high school horror of the girls' bathroom. But it is also about exposure/lack of privacy/invasion, maybe even paranoia, though no paranoia is felt in the dream, only == actually, another kind of strandedness. A seeking without finding.

    1. For some reason, I just now found your comment -- over a year later.

      It's a cool comment.