I dream a lot. Many are chase dreams. In most, I am nude. That isn’t uncommon. I don’t identify with clothing. It’s not that I wander the house in the buff all the time, although on a hot day like today, I’m usually pretty close. We are expecting an all-time record high for the UK today. At home, the A/C limits it to 79 degrees indoors. You might ask why not lower? You know, environment and stuff.
Anyway, the nude chase fantasy dreams are what inspired today’s haiku: Laid bare. I think there is more poetry, or at least another haiku coming from that source in the not-to-distant future.
Many of those nude dreams feature a chase, over and over again, varying slightly each time as my subconscious tries to analyse and correct the situation. Many of these dreams occur on rooftops, possibly from my acrophobia – it’s minor, but it is still there.
Me, nude, on a sloped roof, being pursued: That’s my ultimate terror.
Some of those dreams feature me playing my horn (or sometimes another instrument that I don’t play) in a rehearsal or even a concert. For some reason, that is less upsetting. Would I fear playing a piano in concert, nude? Solo? Not as much. In the dreams it has become almost normal – well, playing my horn, at least. Would you want to see it? Probably not. I think more about my bare arse sticking to the chair, to be honest. They usually involve people I know, or places known, but wrong somehow. The wrong people in the right place, or vice versa. They are rarely sexual, but when they are, they usually involve people I don’t know. Not always, but dream sex with a person I know is pretty rare.
The really odd thing is that I have on more than a few occasions later met the person from the dream, long after it. These dreams are pretty vivid, so I remember the people, and I know instantly when I meet the person. Sometimes the sex act isn’t there, just the desire or the intention, or an explicit agreement that we are not having sex. (Weird.) There is some physical connection or contact, sometimes a mental message is conveyed. “Don’t worry, I will always be here.” Something like that. Perhaps that is an aspect of my inner self. As I have said before, my self-ness is pretty fluid.
I’m not sure how I came to this today. I didn’t dream last night. I did have a discussion this morning that made me think of my fantasy worlds. My friend thinks I should spend more time writing and less in my fruitless other professional pursuits. I’m not sure I’m likely to earn more of a living doing that either.
I picked a card today that is probably indicative of this dreaminess:
The Queen of Cups
Dreaminess, illusion, tranquility. Patient and an unaffected transmitter.
Perhaps I’m not unaffected, but I keep that inside. Hidden. I know, I’m not supposed to be picking cards here anymore, but I did it to see if there was any correspondence, and there was, so I’m vindicated in breaking my rules.