The dream culminated in a Libra scene that would
have made Nietzsche proud in its wordplay. A woman that reminds me of Emma was
rummaging through a bag as though it were from In-N-Out. It reminds me of the
paper bag that Jesse Pinkman receives his gun in. The bag somehow contained a
set of gripes; my waking life has come so close to dream life that the middle
man of metaphor is relatively unnecessary, and what the dream represents is
literally made into a dream object.
Whatever the character was carrying around, it was
petty. The expression “sunshine in a bag” is analogous to the expression “petty
in a bag”. This was described as a Libra Coping Mechanism. It had to be buried,
apparently, since I recall the name “B. Ariel” as well from my notes upon
waking.
These are they:
Libra
Coping Mech.
Petty
in a bag.
B.
Ariel.
Eugene
Eric Toole.
All save for the third are inscribed in blue.
The third is inscribed in red.
Dm.A.A.
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