Dream Journal Sixty-four.

            I recall Jeffery Carter as being central to this dream.I visited his Family  Reunion with him. A part of his family,on his father’s side, was markedly Racist. There were some obvious parallels to the Israeli –Arab conflict, although it is difficult to recall against whomJeff’s relatives stood. They had probably been in favour of Israel,but the very absurdity  of theirracism against the  other group was more important than which group was the target.

            At one point, a middle-aged female relative, perchance an Aunt, literally ‘drove Jeff up a wall’. In a sort of customary and commonplace ritual, Jeff’s frame was levitated, his back, if memory serves, always  against the wall. The building seemed, with the exception of that wall and maybe a few others, open to the innocent-appearing mid–day  .* dm.A.A.

* He might have fallen onto me upon descent.Otherwise, there’s a possibility that I had been levitated as well.