remnants on waking
It is at night. I am out surfing, in a big swell along the side of a man-made rocky pier, large black waves are breaking beyond the end of the groyne. I can’t even see them till they are breaking. There are four of us out altogether, one using a rope to hold against the current and to stay closer to the pier. The three of us paddle madly to stay in position, and scrabble to avoid occasional great set waves, breaking wide. Largely we don’t avoid them, just getting done, time after time. No one is catching any thing, we are all just crazily paddling. It is black except for the pier lights making the white breaking crests suddenly visible, black on grey-black, shinyblack, mattblack, mudblack. All the while the worrying closeness of the rocks. After a while I hear myself ‘why are we here, this is just a badidea?’ and then realise that to go in to shore without getting smudged on the rocks will take a big effort. Luck too.
yeah, and then what happened?
dude woke in a sweat
My favourite version is the Beatles are sitting on the beach at the head of the harbour, talking amongst themselves, while I’m searching down the road and end up catching hopeless inner harbour dribblers.
Ringo says to George, wull I’d be sittin on the duck o’tha baay but whoos tha drongo splashing in tha shipping lane?
i love this sort of game –come on pete you can play this
Here’s my worst version, running around the suburbs, there seems to be a drain. The drain lets out to several levels, all grassed, until the water lets out and its full on. We are standing waiting and when it happens. we are unprepared, many try to catch waves, some do, I don’t, it is all confusion.
Pellinores night dream seems to be southern Queenslands day time…
poor buggers, twice flooded in as many years, all confusion
Honestly, you got me on that one. Here’s me thinking in Goodna thinking I wasn’t effected, being on high ground. Amazing what a bit of group therapy will do.
Thankyou
See Charlotte Beradt’s The Third Reich of Dreams [1968] where she collected dreams before and during the war in Germany, using general practitioners as her source. She discovered that the dreams of the Jewish patients did not arise from their inner, personal conflicts but arose from the social milieu of Hitler’s Third Reich – the political realities of that public domain, and the ensuing disturbed social relations.
dreams can be used to illumine social situations, provided the perspective of unfolding knowledge was used, and not the classic Oedipal one. It releases dreams from the individual therapeutic frame, and from the ownership of the psychology schools…
ps
listen to Gabor Mate here – the whole thing is worth a peep, on addiction and more
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66cYcSak6nE
fascinating reference to what babies do together (from 10min onwards…)
a kind of infant social dreaming in 1944 in Budapest, Hungary