Dream fragment:
I am some kind of shop but I'm not paying attention to what's in it. My eyes hurt. I keep trying to adjust my glasses but it doesn't help. Finally, I take my glasses off and see why I hurt: the frames are bent and twisted and the lenses are cracked and smeared with a yellowish something that's now dried. I carefully try to straighten out the frame so I can wear the glasses without pain but I'm afraid I'll break them.
I wonder what it that's all about? I didn't think my view of things was that screwed up!
3 comments:
Huh, Sometimes it isn't so much that our view's screwed-it's just blocking the possibility of a wider perspective. Your dream reminds me of Fiona Apple's song: Window:
'Because the fact in fact
Whatever's in front of me is covering my view
So I can't see what I'm seeing in fact
I only see what I'm looking through
I had to break the window
It just had to be, it was in my way
Better that I break the window
Then forget what I had to say'...
At least you didn't dream about swimming in leech-infested water, like I did a few nites ago-yeeouch!
Ugh...LEECHES?! And I thought I could have some nasty dreams.
Ooo...thanks for the input - that makes a lot of sense!
That Fiona Apple sure can write, can't she? :-)
yer welcome-she rocks the metaphorical house!
:)
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