Is it possible to dream a dream that you’re not in?
You think you did, last night: you lacked the slightest
sense not only that you were but that you knew its two
participants: a yellowish small naked fellow who appeared
a touch Neanderthal leaned lightly back against a large
blue short-haired woman who, although she’d gently
placed her hands upon the man’s round shoulders, didn’t
seem involved with him, or anything. What is one to bring
to dreams like that? Freud thought them fat and full of wile.
There were no voids for Freud in dreams: their purpose
was to mean. They were his elements of style, the brick
and mortar of his truths. But this one was a snooze.