Sometimes a Dream Just Nails It.

June 27, 2010 at 11:11 pm (By Amba)

I didn’t “get” this till I wrote it down:

I was with J in a  — bus? like an abandoned school bus or van?  Was he sitting in what had been the driver’s seat?  It was dark in the front of the bus, or dark/light in big chiaroscuro stripes and squares.  J wanted me to make it turn.  I’m not sure why — I was afraid the alternating light and dark could cause him seizures — but I complied, reaching out with one hand and pulling in such a way that the place where we sat slowly, heavily revolved and spun.  (Referent: The Time Machine‘s revolving nights and days.)

Fascinating:  J sitting in “what had been the driver’s seat” and asking me to make his world go round with main physical force, to make the days and nights spin by.  The bus is no longer going anywhere.  i feel the pull in my arm and shoulder, as I do so many of my tasks for him.

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6 Comments

  1. A said,

    The language of dreams can be so forthright, even if translation is sometimes required….

  2. reader_iam said,

    For some reason, this makes me think of that Archimedes [?] quote involving a fulcrum, lever and moving the world. I can’t remember the exact wording at the moment–haven’t thought of it in many years. I’ll have to look it up and see why this jumped to mind.

  3. reader_iam said,

    (With my luck, it’ll be totally inapt.)

  4. amba12 said,

    It was something like “give me a place to put a fulcrum and I’ll move the world.” It sure feels relevant to me.

  5. Ron said,

    Was that Archimedes in the tub with Helen Mirren talking about levers?

  6. amba12 said,

    If he brought his lever along, she might have felt the earth move.

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