lester

connected meanderings
2005-12-17 17:03:51 (UTC)

Dream of crash after I lead some conversation

The scene seemed to hearken back to the large gatherings
that my mother's and father's extended family would have.
To some extent, though many in that previous generation
have departed life, a yearly family reunion still
commences in the park of the city where the most senior
ones live.

We were in a huge machine shed, one in which like haybarns
one could see through the ventilating boards that
deliberately weren't too fitted. Many people were there
that I didn't know, commingling, picnicking, like multiple
families at different tables in a park. Since it was
our/my building, however, I decided to get up and converse
with those gathered. Did so comfortably and putting people
at ease.

Then out of the corner of my eye I could see a giant
flying machine, slowly moving, like a large-scale ultra-
light, was going to crash into the side of the building.

And it did, rashing through the side of the building,
upending the aircraft, though I could see the two
occupants of the craft moving about to right themselves to
see what the problems were.

It seemed very related to my writing block -- didn't do
anything with that yesterday though there was great open
time. Like I was expressing myself and then what happens?
A crash. I wonder if I have some kind of PTSD: fear
generates more inhibition than ambition generates
overcoming that. Reminds me of the six times more fibers
going from amygdala to cortex than the other way around.




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