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.
.
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