So, you were telling your own dream.
Yeah, about the truncated boys that had been felled by trees and the dark pool of depression.
What did it all mean?
I didn’t know, but it occured to me that I knew of just such a dark pool in the forest. I might go there and stay a while and see what happened.
You went in the forest at night! Are you crazy. Wot? No tent or nuffin’?
I didn’t want to camp. I was just waiting -in-respect-of-the-truncated-boys.
You frikkin mad, dude.
You go through phases,
phases of AAAARROOOOO
Yay, i’m here doing spiritual stuff!
keeping out of the wind…
wandering about,
keeping out of the wind…
cogitating.
keeping out of the wind…
not cogitating,
keeping out of the, fuck! this is boring…
And cold
What the fuck were you thinking its winter…
Cant go back yet,
Too right, last train went 4 hours ago.
You’d have been a wuss anyway.
So, I gave in eventually and let myself be there, happy in the knowledge that it was closer to dawn than dusk. I fell asleep all curled up in the roots of a great oak tree beside the dark pool and while I slept I dreamt three dreams.
In the first, I had come to a half way house for young retarded men who were now all well and had great beards. Then I dreamt that these lads fished a great wealth of fish from the pool and finally that the pool was drained by The Ancient One who was also my grandfather.
Whoa, top dreams, dude! What does it all mean?
Waal, the crucial thing was that I went home feeling resolved.
Without understandin’ nuffink!
The thing with the repeating dream is not simply what it means but what’s my response? There is a difference between receiving a letter and answering the door.
