Category: Dreaming

Lying on the couch, supposedly finishing V.’s eulogy for tomorrow’s funeral, and fixing shoes, shirt, etc., but – instead – actually sleeping the evening away… well, I was sleepy all day, I didn’t get to bed until late last night then spent the whole day running around after students. H. called on my cel phone,…

Amidst all this dim worrying and occasional working, and as the nights draw in, and everything transforms to winter – I keep thinking: I’m much more interested in my dreaming life, and sleeping, than I am in my waking life. This isn’t because I remember many of my dreams, nor because those have some powerful…

A dream, wherein a lesbian relationship which is undergoing changes has been transferred to someone else in my life (I won’t say more, as it would be embarrassing for the parties involved – it has, after all, nothing to do with the people who inhabit the waking world). I ask the older woman about the…

One finds roots in unexpected places. Perhaps the news is that my week of external living, of administration and people and students and responsibilities, has also sounded some deeper places, unexpectedly. The body of the dream is mostly forgotten – perhaps it’s summed up as a vacation that goes wrong – a room in a…

In between yesterday’s mix of effectiveness and dilatoriness, and the future… and a long, intricate dream, which had me visiting a Los Angeles that turned into Hong Kong, trying to find my way to the northwest (which was, however, in the northeast), a large shopping mall, and casually talking to a German guy (who turned…