Saturday, August 02, 2008

Provincetown 34

Well, I've certainly been catching up on some sleep yesterday and today! Two strange dreams:

1. This has to do with an article I recently read in the New Yorker about Stuart Little. Apparently there was much controversy about Stuart's origins, the way he was born small and looking like a mouse to human parents. I liked the article so much that I sent it to Erin (Erin's Everyday Thoughts) who is getting her MFA in writing chrildren's literature.

I dreamed that I had a child, a tiny being looking like a tiny little boy. He was a perfectly formed little boy but only about five inches tall. He was brought to me in the hospital wrapped in a baby blanket, rather lost in the blanket. I looked at the child and said, "Do you know who I am?" And the child said, "You're mama." And I said, "How did you know that?" And he said, "Santa Clause told me!"

2. In the other dream, I was lost in an old rerun of Oprah, in which she had taken her audience across a highway to listen to a talk given by Robert MacNamara and others. The talk happened in the summer, but in "real time" it was winter. In one part of the dream, a beautiful woman stood on a balcony in a summer dress. The dress was sleeveless and backless. But everything behind her cold and dreary with winter. I don't know where that dream came from.

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