Last night I dreamed:
A drunken old man leaves a party.
Three young friends hold him up by the arms and laugh as
he staggers between them.
They glide into a tunnel.
Suddenly one of his young friends jerks the old man’s arms
down and behind his back.
Another slips a knife into his chest.
The dream slows.
I hover above them.
The knife goes in so slowly I can see the grain of
the metal.
The young men vanish into a seething spray
of red.
The old man falls.
I land by the body and kneel to pull out the knife.
I can’t.
Other men try.
They make bets.
The old man’s body jerks and bleeds as each man tries and
fails to pull out the knife.
A woman named Barbara lands next to me to watch the game.
She turns to me and says: “I love you more than I love meat.”
“Thank you,” I reply. “I should like to be a piece of meat. I should like you to drool and whine as I serve myself.”
She reminds me of a Keane painting; all eyes and demonic possession.
“I can tell why you’re here,” she says. “I can hear your thoughts.”
Rob Goldstein (c) 2015-2017 All Rights Reserved
You’ve captured the essence and mood precisely as the mind presents the images. Well done.
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Thank you…
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Scary and yet you hold power.
I’d also like to read the next one!
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Thank you — I did post it–It’s not a dream but it provides a context for the dream. In retrospect, from what I can remember of that period, this was a tough week . These are only a few days apart.
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So frightening, Robert. Do you have a sense for what happens next?
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I had a lot of scary dreams like this during the AIDS epidemic–this is one of my first dream notes-The first draft is dated 1984.
I began to write them down when I woke up. Perhaps I should post the dream that follows this one.
I think I will.
That may be the source of the fearful imagery.
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