Wednesday, December 4, 2013
100 words, memory of a dream
In my dream I bit my tongue. A fragment of a thread left dangling in my mouth, and I nagged at it with my teeth and my cheek. Eventually my tongue began to unravel like a ball of yarn. I felt the fragment with my fingertips. I tried to break off the thread. I kept pulling on it, like magic scarves until the yarn was in a pile in my lap. Then I wrapped the yarn around jars so I could make skeins, like my nana taught me. When I woke up the jars had floated halfway to the ceiling.
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You were there. I couldn't see you, but in my dream I knew somehow. The place was known to me as well, though it looked nothing like any place I know in the waking world. Curious, I wandered room to room, waiting for some event I knew was going to happen, although I didn't know what it would be. I hoped, though; so the pleasant feeling of anticipation was my companion and I wasn't lonely or afraid. I felt you leave, and I wanted so badly to say goodbye but lacked the means or method. Please come back.
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ReplyDeleteIt was dark and I was wandering through the old Story and Clark piano factory. There was an elevator with a panel of blinking lights, like a computer in an old TV show. The elevator opened up, and two people dressed as aerosol cans disembarked. The lids were loose on the cans, so they clacked when they walked, and that was the scariest part. They took me into a room where a scientist was going to experiment on me. He did so by putting a joy buzzer in my butt. I awoke with a mattress button in my ass crack.
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ReplyDeleteThis is the first dream I remember, and sometimes I think it’s not a dream, but a memory. I’m about 3 years old, and it’s summertime, at a local pond. I’m wading into the pond, and there are tadpoles there, swimming around my ankles. Everything is shades of green – the water, my swimsuit. My suit is paisleys. I am frightened by the tadpoles, but it’s a laughing, delighted, rollercoaster kind of frightened. I am shrieking but smiling. Much later, years later, it occurs to me that the shapes that repeat in the dream – paisleys, tadpoles, are like yin/yang, like embryos.
ReplyDeleteThat's a wonderful image.
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