lester

connected meanderings
2003-09-21 08:42:57 (UTC)

dream of therapist, injury, convention, poor foundation, an aging man

I was visiting regularly a frailer and grayer haired person
than my real-life therapist is. This man was no question
someone who I was involved with. Did his work in his own
house in a dreamed place where I'd been before; it's a
house that recurrently appears in dreams, like one I lived
in when in Chicago some years ago, when at the University
there on the south side.

So in this session there was the sense of my left hand
being injured. Sometimes it was three fingers severed on
their end and later only the middle one with a more
superficial damage. I was sawing yesterday with my
stationary saw in the studio and did think, "What if I was
injured?" and in fact my middle left finger has been
infected for the past two and I'm using antibiotics and
soaking it regularly, newly learning that I have to massage
it to break up any collections of white cells where
paradoxically the bacteria could sequester removed from the
blood stream where the antibiotic and natural blood
elements could work on the pathogens.

Then I was in a gathering, I guess a convention, with many
boxes being brought together. There was the quality of
having been there before, of this being recurrent. I got
together with people. A woman I knew and others too of the
same training (a little different from mine) were there. As
though we were having pre-dinner drinks. I was crowded
close and enjoyed the proximity of this nice woman (as
though this was a new discovery of her). THen entering was
a truly ancient but preserved professor, one legendary once
at Yale, who had a motorized wheelchair, dyed and
artificial hair, and a poodle on his chair (an artificial
affectionate connection, it seemed).

Off to the side of the meeting place was the corner of a
barn, and I realized that there was a deepening cavity
beneath it, getting larger with the rain and I wondered
ifthere was an end in sight. A tool got lost in the cavity
and I was able to retrieve it but I feared for the building.




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