The summary of last night’s long dream:
I was lying in a hospital bed awaiting voluntary castration.
The two doctors who were going to perform the operation were personal friends,
one man and one woman. They were in good spirits and rolling joints. They gave
me one, telling me how good marijuana was for me. I felt uneasy about going
through with the procedure.
The two doctors left to do another job, and I thought ‘I
still have time to change my mind.’ And yet I felt there was no point. I was
never going to use the things again, so why not get rid of them?
Another, more senior, doctor came along and asked me how I
felt about the operation. I said I didn’t really want to lose my masculinity.
He said it was my decision and I still had time to change my mind.
He left and my two friends returned. They rolled another
joint for me, and it seemed the time had come. But then they got called away
again, and I thought ‘I still have time to change my mind.’
And then the alarm woke me up.
I have theories.
And I have to be out all day today, so must dash.
4 comments:
You talk a lot about the feminine and your mixed feelings for the concept and the experiences of ambiguous women you've met. Could it be a new type of consciousness is going to replace the old one, but of course there's fear and uncertainty? Just a theory of mine. Would love to hear yours.
The theories would be long and arduous, Wendy. I think there might be one or two individuals wrapped up in it, but I think it stems mainly from my current preoccupation with ageing. In particular, it might be a reluctance to allow the role of mentor to replace the role of lover. And then there's the fear of losing virility and the capacity to attract. Etc...
You're really astute Jeff and know your deeper dream self really well. Could make some nice money if you help others discover their dream meanings.
Heavens! I have enough trouble with my own mind. Everybody else's is a complete mystery.
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