Posted by marko on 9/26/2006, 4:46 pm in the dream she’s holding two bags out. she asks me i’ve read enough jung that i figure out the gist of this
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early this morning i dreamt about a woman. the kind
of woman that becomes embedded in the subconscious
long after, & you want to stick an ice-pick up there &
dig it out. even though many of the memories should
be kept. but they’ve been run through so often, & i feel
they’re hindering my ability to move on.
to take them. she’s lit up. by that, i mean radiant, angelic,
otherworldly. worn out adjectives i know—but what
others to use? i grab the bags, then she tells me to drop
them. i’m confused.
number immediately. but i’ve been wrong before. my
dreams & my imagination & the world have congealed
into something so tight that i often have trouble sorting
them out. but i’m not so sure it’s necessary to bother.
after all, they tap into the same emotional core. they
leave the same longing.
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