| The dream came
silently out of a disturbed place. There was consciousness
that her brain had departed from her - or, at least, the
rational part of it had. The ability to see her whole
living room had been lost. It was like looking through the
glassy eye of a camera. Only a narrow viewpoint was
possible. Everything was fractured and lacking reality. |
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Any attempt to
assemble the broken parts forced her to reside in an
untidy pastiche which, although presenting all the
individual pieces, does so in an untidy, haphazard manner,
far removed from reality. The dreamer was aware of
dreaming, but was in bondage to the cogent experience. |
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The effort to
reconcile the situation created a distortion that, whilst
causing the individual parts to gel, forced reality even
further distant from her. The dreamer wondered where she
fitted into the scheme of things now but, as is the way of
dreams, received no encouraging answer. She felt very
alone. |
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What originally
was, is no more. But, still, there remains a surrealistic
memory of what the individual pieces once were. The
dreamer now feels totally excluded, and embarrassed as
when, in a dream, she is naked at a party whilst all the
other guests are fully clothed. She struggles to get back
to where she was, but is hopelessly trapped in the halfway
indistinct world. |
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And her
nakedness is now of significance because she has finally
emerged. The original picture has now become her. The
original disturbed feeling now disappears, to be replaced
by a peaceful sense of reality. It is true that she now
exists in an indistinct form. But what woman ever really
shows herself? Truly herself. After all, there is
something essentially mysterious about every woman. |
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The dream
evaporates into anonymous sleep. |
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