Dream Journal #3: Athens Marketplace.
I came to this morning with a doubt as to whether I was
awake or asleep. Psychologically, I was still in the mindset that the contents
and situation of the Dream were Real. Too soon I escaped into the comfort of
daytime, forgetting that they were.
My last
wish was to begin lucid dreaming. I think that might have been what awoke me,
and briefly I wondered if this conscious world were a continuation of my dream.
Maybe it is.
I must have
dreamt that I was in a supermarket, yet it was akin in feeling to the staircase
ascending into the battleground with the enormous trolls in ‘God of War’.
Maybe this
was, in fact, the Japanese market I visited with Kresten and Andrew. Maybe they
were the trolls.
Maybe the
thought ‘Athens Marketplace’ prompted this merging. Was I not attacked outside
it by Albert’s aunt, accused of pomp I did not possess?
I can take
a hit, though. It doesn’t matter if others find me pompous so long as I am
motivated. Maybe Albert’s aunt identifies Shakespeare with pomp. I do not. I
identify with his genius. I know that I possess that talent.
2. I feel that my conflicts with K. and A. arise from the
childish conviction that any disagreement between us is an attack upon my way
of doing things. Hence the Kafkaesque courtroom-like dynamic of being
(cornered?) in some of the underground passages in yesterday’s dream.
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