June 08, 2009

The Dream Metanarrative

I received an email which made me stop and breathe heavily; my own dreams are subject to reinterpretation - but here comes the weird thing - someone I've never had to consider dreams of a complicity of the highest kind, involving me...
Who are we beyond the 'looking glass'?
I love this woman, although I've never had as much as a cup of coffee with her - we've shared moments of solitude - and moments of malice over the internet - 9 hours apart - my day ends while she is at work; she dreams while I am working - then we meet again and stir more waves from one side of the ocean to the other. Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf?

Email: From...
Tuesday, June 2, 2009 2:37 PM

"Speaking of dreams, then, last night I dreamed that we were together. I guess it was in your country, since I had no understanding of the environment. I had killed a woman (odd) and had either written it or communicated it to you very indirectly, in such a manner that I didn't actually confess it. You said in a lowered voice, "You mean that you killed her" to which I didn't respond. Time space was indistinct, though, and the woman was alive. Then you killed her. It left signs in daily life which we recognized but which we shared with no one, hoping that these signs weren't comprehensible to others. Some were literally signs (as on street benches and buses and so forth), though they were very cryptic. Some were image oriented, but I can't really remember the nature of the images or where they appeared, just that they were images.
Take that one, Ms Lacan, and have fun with it."

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