- Most of the(immensely abstract, presumably) details of last night’s dream escape me—probably because I had invested too much Romantic hope in them yielding some answer regarding my restless questions from waking life – but the mood and tone of it are not lost tome, for they so exactly paralleled my waking crisis.
The crisis in question, which I
have remedied by leaving facebook yet again, is an internal struggle between my
probably naïve drive to change the world and my somewhat still guilt-sodden
natural,sophisticated impulse to Accept it.
The dream found my at Palomar
College again, again pursuing some dream girl that was both Marissa and
Alexandra insignificance – the Anima.She was not elusive or evasive, but she
quite obviously was neither interested in nor capable
of satisfying my needs.
[Leaving facebook was the right
idea.]
- The remainder of the dream seems to have been a computer game. I recall what might have been the fright of driving a car. There had been passengers I needed to transport, but I felt thoroughly incompetent.
The game had been a point-and-click
adventure, again.
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