Dreams
As soon as I wrote the title for this blog, the Cranberries began to sing, making this blog vaguely like an advert for Bord Failte...
The Acousmatist-Logopoet recently wrote about a dream. I had an interesting dream last night that makes me think of landscapes. All my dreams make me think of landscapes. Whether it is my recurring dream about the Siege of Montreal or the Battle of Lake George or more mundane ones. My dreams are not united by their themes, I think, but the strange and disarming familiarity of their landscapes. When I'm running up a hill from Frenchmen with bayonets in my French and Indian war dreams, I'm running up the primeval version of the hill in Tolland, CT where my grandmother lives.
But most of the landscapes that transfix me are academic. Oddly, I've never had the naked dream (maybe once). But I do have dreams about a post-apocalyptic school that is a mix of Cambridge and Chestnut Hill Academy. Somehow, Penn's Quads and my high school campus merge, too. There are a few other more bizarre mixtures of landscapes that I have noticed, and some of the input, I suspect, isn't academic but includes the lodges of Indiana state parks. But Delaware Valley College and Juniata College often appear, too, even though I haven't spent much time there.
Last night, I actually had two dreams. The first I don't remember, but it must have been nightmarish. I woke up needing a few glasses of water and thinking, "I ate too much cheese last night," which is an explanation for nightmares as old as Beowulf . (Note: The house was Grendel-free this morning). The next dream was half-nightmarish, half-hysterical. I was with my father and I was supposed to do something but I needed to print something out. Oh, well, I said, I'll just go to Crerar Usite, since it's Sunday and Harper won't be open until 2 PM (I probably have the hours wrong...). The problem, folks, was that there might have been people I knew from U of C in the dream doing perfectly logical things, but I was mostly on my high school campus. So after running around frantically for five minutes and running away from tennis-playing Lower Schoolers, I finally realized where I was and woke up.
ESA(20041218.1)
As soon as I wrote the title for this blog, the Cranberries began to sing, making this blog vaguely like an advert for Bord Failte...
The Acousmatist-Logopoet recently wrote about a dream. I had an interesting dream last night that makes me think of landscapes. All my dreams make me think of landscapes. Whether it is my recurring dream about the Siege of Montreal or the Battle of Lake George or more mundane ones. My dreams are not united by their themes, I think, but the strange and disarming familiarity of their landscapes. When I'm running up a hill from Frenchmen with bayonets in my French and Indian war dreams, I'm running up the primeval version of the hill in Tolland, CT where my grandmother lives.
But most of the landscapes that transfix me are academic. Oddly, I've never had the naked dream (maybe once). But I do have dreams about a post-apocalyptic school that is a mix of Cambridge and Chestnut Hill Academy. Somehow, Penn's Quads and my high school campus merge, too. There are a few other more bizarre mixtures of landscapes that I have noticed, and some of the input, I suspect, isn't academic but includes the lodges of Indiana state parks. But Delaware Valley College and Juniata College often appear, too, even though I haven't spent much time there.
Last night, I actually had two dreams. The first I don't remember, but it must have been nightmarish. I woke up needing a few glasses of water and thinking, "I ate too much cheese last night," which is an explanation for nightmares as old as Beowulf . (Note: The house was Grendel-free this morning). The next dream was half-nightmarish, half-hysterical. I was with my father and I was supposed to do something but I needed to print something out. Oh, well, I said, I'll just go to Crerar Usite, since it's Sunday and Harper won't be open until 2 PM (I probably have the hours wrong...). The problem, folks, was that there might have been people I knew from U of C in the dream doing perfectly logical things, but I was mostly on my high school campus. So after running around frantically for five minutes and running away from tennis-playing Lower Schoolers, I finally realized where I was and woke up.
ESA(20041218.1)
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