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Dream or get out of Bed...
Sep. 22nd, 2008 12:47 pmI know, I know... the only thing more tedious than having someone tell you about their dreams is having someone blog about them instead. While the dreamer is more than certain s/he is narrating a surrealist tour-de-force filled with Jungian insights across a restless landscape rich in liquid symbols melting into hazy insights... the listener on the other hand seems to be hearing an overly-detailed account of what is most likely nothing more than a psychic bowel movement.
Like shit, it would seem, no one really believes their dreams stink!
Nevertheless (alwaysthemore?) I feel compelled to try and keep a written narrative of that unique life that exists only between the waking light and the unmeasurable shadow of its absence. It is perhaps the fact that while I sleep I find myself telling a story I have never heard before... a story in which I am both the protagonist and the author, both the theater director and the audience, a hunter hunting himself, running around in circles trying to catch his own tale... an amnesiac Narcissus trapped in an labyrinth whose walls are lined with funhouse mirrors. In my writing these down perhaps I hope to find my Aridane Red Thread that, if not providing an escape, will at least offer me the faintest hint of understanding myself better.
( To sleep perchance to... )
Like shit, it would seem, no one really believes their dreams stink!
Nevertheless (alwaysthemore?) I feel compelled to try and keep a written narrative of that unique life that exists only between the waking light and the unmeasurable shadow of its absence. It is perhaps the fact that while I sleep I find myself telling a story I have never heard before... a story in which I am both the protagonist and the author, both the theater director and the audience, a hunter hunting himself, running around in circles trying to catch his own tale... an amnesiac Narcissus trapped in an labyrinth whose walls are lined with funhouse mirrors. In my writing these down perhaps I hope to find my Aridane Red Thread that, if not providing an escape, will at least offer me the faintest hint of understanding myself better.
( To sleep perchance to... )
