“La femme des femmes”
Sunday, 11 April 2010 | 9:43
Ceux qui rêvent leur amour, un cauchemar les réveille. (Marcelle Auclair)
P, C, F… initials engraved on a two-tiered quartz paperweight. Lists, gifts, transcripts, logs; evidence of betrayal hidden in daily life but left out in the open on holiday. Suddenly no reason to hide? Or were those hints there all along and were simply brushed aside?
With all the information we are subject to every day, all the choice with which we are faced, the bad news with which we are confronted, it’s no wonder we cannot process it all in a day. The scenarios that our brains propose, while we sleep, in order to answer its questions and sort its files, though, are strange and convoluted – sometimes wonderful, sometimes awful.
However, if dreams are to sort out what’s gone on in a day, what about those dreams that are so spectacular – in a good or a bad way – that they stay with one upon waking and refuse to leave all day long? Instead of settling things for us, then, our subconscious has provided fodder for a day’s worth of ruminating. How ironic.
Dreams are not only for sorting the day’s or week’s events though, they also mainly provide information on our subconscious well being and inspiration to lead an harmonious life. Fodder for thought when they linger on rather than rumination, I’d say.
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