Tonight I dreamt in European cathedral, WWII darkness against old-world immensity. Not much left of it now. A few crumbling buildings, last night’s rain on cobblestone streets. What I do remember is finding a brass key in the gutter outside the chruch, dropped, maybe, by one of the sisters who had just shuffled out for the night. Or was it dropped by enemy troops who had occupied the area? Continue reading %s →

The sequence of the dream is unclear and complex, but a few basic elements emerged. Primary was the sensation — and for part of the dream, the metaphor — of exploring an infinitely varied, yet somehow contained, space. Specific to this feeling, I think, was the contrast between exploration and trespass. Though I entered buildings and encountered other beings, at no time did I feel that I was violating a space in a way that had moral consequences. This was a liberating feeling, but remains a disturbing fact. For I was not simply observing; I was acting upon the environments in which I traveled. Continue reading %s →