Ken, we gotta get these screens out of your dreams – they can't have THAT world too, can they? (He typed, on his screen, the blue light, the hunched back..)
Yeah. I don't think this dream was about getting to the yoga class, Ken. I am pretty sure it was about those bubble-braided, screen-obsessed women. Any idea what that means? This line was very clever: "Perfect agreement would be as rare as delight would be contagious. " And "I felt amidst a kind of community I didn't understand." These days, I feel like this All. The. Time. Your photo was shockingly perfect (or perfectly shocking). Those colors! Yeoow!
Gracias, so much. Maybe just maybe my dreaming mind was back among all the glorious students with whom I'm privileged to study, and who are themselves deeply (if often silently) preoccupied by the world that surrounds and envelops them, with screenishness only the easy, visible surface concern? But. My amateur's inclination is not even to go directly there. My leaning is to tell and wonder more than to "analyse," or at least (what, for me, would feel like) over-analyse. To marvel and suggest (at the combinatory magic) rather than conclude or theorise (about recurring, generalisable symbols, markers, actors, etc). Readers like you will know and need what to do, and, as you kindly note, we'll feel emotional and intellectual kinships but we won't agree perfectly.
Exactly right, Ken. However, I am never late for yoga,myself. I am late all the time, over and over, for an academic workshop or plenary I am to present to an audience of 300 people. And usually I show up wearing only a shirt.... I never remember happy dreams, only the ones filled with angst. Damn!
"In those Uplands of Meaning and Realisation, that combinatory corral in which nothing is bizarre and everything is connective." Kenneth, your writing is sublime. Let's each bring a dream to the pub in Oxford.
Aw tysm Kenneth! Of course I was absolutely loving this as as I read along, way before I saw your kind shout out. 'Obstacular' nails it. And I was thinking that this sweet Substack space we all keep crafting in our varied dispatches and reads and follows is in some lil way that shared dreaming, much inspired by how you share yours
Thank you for obstacular. It was not in my back pocket. It is now. I'm lucky to have a good friend who loves disecting dreams and does it well. I see a few familiar to me dream tropes here. I can't assign meaning though. The thwarted goal; the frustration of interruption; the alienation from the crowd; the older man younger woman (With exotic/exceptional features.) I don't see the no-pants trope, so for that you can be grateful. They suck. Also... Amazing that you probably took an hour to pen this dream that likely took a mili-second of brain processing time.
Ken, we gotta get these screens out of your dreams – they can't have THAT world too, can they? (He typed, on his screen, the blue light, the hunched back..)
Yeah. I don't think this dream was about getting to the yoga class, Ken. I am pretty sure it was about those bubble-braided, screen-obsessed women. Any idea what that means? This line was very clever: "Perfect agreement would be as rare as delight would be contagious. " And "I felt amidst a kind of community I didn't understand." These days, I feel like this All. The. Time. Your photo was shockingly perfect (or perfectly shocking). Those colors! Yeoow!
Gracias, so much. Maybe just maybe my dreaming mind was back among all the glorious students with whom I'm privileged to study, and who are themselves deeply (if often silently) preoccupied by the world that surrounds and envelops them, with screenishness only the easy, visible surface concern? But. My amateur's inclination is not even to go directly there. My leaning is to tell and wonder more than to "analyse," or at least (what, for me, would feel like) over-analyse. To marvel and suggest (at the combinatory magic) rather than conclude or theorise (about recurring, generalisable symbols, markers, actors, etc). Readers like you will know and need what to do, and, as you kindly note, we'll feel emotional and intellectual kinships but we won't agree perfectly.
PS. Haven't you felt, don't many of us feel, always, eternally, now and forevermore "late for yoga"? the dream-self's predicament...
Exactly right, Ken. However, I am never late for yoga,myself. I am late all the time, over and over, for an academic workshop or plenary I am to present to an audience of 300 people. And usually I show up wearing only a shirt.... I never remember happy dreams, only the ones filled with angst. Damn!
"In those Uplands of Meaning and Realisation, that combinatory corral in which nothing is bizarre and everything is connective." Kenneth, your writing is sublime. Let's each bring a dream to the pub in Oxford.
Grazie. It's a deal.
Aw tysm Kenneth! Of course I was absolutely loving this as as I read along, way before I saw your kind shout out. 'Obstacular' nails it. And I was thinking that this sweet Substack space we all keep crafting in our varied dispatches and reads and follows is in some lil way that shared dreaming, much inspired by how you share yours
Thank you for obstacular. It was not in my back pocket. It is now. I'm lucky to have a good friend who loves disecting dreams and does it well. I see a few familiar to me dream tropes here. I can't assign meaning though. The thwarted goal; the frustration of interruption; the alienation from the crowd; the older man younger woman (With exotic/exceptional features.) I don't see the no-pants trope, so for that you can be grateful. They suck. Also... Amazing that you probably took an hour to pen this dream that likely took a mili-second of brain processing time.
Obstacles, or it isn't real! Thanks so much