Dream Journal
My dream was set in Joann’s. This is not the first time.
Perhaps as a comment upon the remodel, the store took on the character of an
arena in mood, although geometrically it felt even smaller than it normally
does.
(In waking life,) I am confused. My atonement with Jean and
the rest of the overnight crew makes me feel hung over. I do not want to
identify with this vile, wretched, uninspired energy.
Towards the end of the dream, Amanda was at the register.
Ironically, the dream feels positive.
Part of it was a computer game.
The metaphor of the arena suggests a noble fight: I must,
having seen the depths of Jean’s depraved neuroses, and the raw nerve of that
woman to attribute an ‘undisputable’ objectivity to her skewed perceptions,
take my stance and fight the good fight to surmount this evil within myself.
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