On the interpretation of dreams: straightf'wd oedipal complex dream of
course. Murdering "some poet" (the unrecognised father King). Note "family
bathtub" incest theme. Horrid "guilt-stricken" jawohl. Eyeballs left over
in sink inverse realisation of own blindness, wish fullfillment:
appropriation of eyes (insight) of father-poet("marblish & impervious"):
to become a Classic poet ("above i.d.").
Sphinx ("Nietzschey") asks now zees vorrying "teuvils", are zee made von
das biodegradable plastische?
Karlien
On Wed, 11 Mar 1998, Keston Sutherland wrote:
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> had an awkward dream last night (does anyone else - not to try and sound
> 'interesting', mind - persistently have nightmares?), I murdered some poet
> in a sneeze of pique, had to melt him in acid in the family bathtub and
> everything washed away in relief except his eyeballs (blue), which were
> marbleish and impervious. I managed to escape conviction, but was
> wretchedly guilt-stricken (felt this way all morning). Ach. Pascal
> wrote, something along the lines, if a beggar dreamed every night he were
> king, and a king every night that he were a beggar, they'd be -almost-
> equally happy. Nietzschey erased the almost, naturlich, but was being
> petulant naturlich. But I -do- have bad dreams most nights, whilst
> scrubbing my teeth over the porcelain I recalled the old "these dreams
> that [plague? shake?] us nightly", it just occurred to me that the us is a
> royal usage, which sets the sentiment above simple i.d.
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> always dreaming about the devil, too, he's worryingly plastic
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