Posted by vwoolf on December 19, 2004, at 8:01:22
I had this strange dream last night. Does anyone feel up to interpreting any of it? I am at a bit of a loss. Btw, I live in Africa, so some of the imagery is perhaps not too unusual.
I am in an institutional type of building reminiscent of my Catholic boarding school or a state mental hospital where I spent some time as a teenager, with large dormitories, iron framed single beds in rows across the room and large door less bathrooms. I am one of a group of female slaves, kept and humiliated in this place. I am the favorite, the most promising slave. We are being prepared for something, and because of my status, I am always given the most humiliating treatment. We are made to stay naked and lick the toilet bowls. Mine is always the dirtiest. Our keepers are rather bizarrely dressed in bits of 18th century costume ….breeches and lace and wigs.
One, a woman, forces us to go through a secret tunnel which starts in a puddle of mud in a cave. It goes through an obstacle course to end up in a modern-day city sort of like Cairo. I come out into a room full of women who are studying with me. Someone is dictating a song to us, but I can’t understand the words. I keep putting up my hand and objecting. The lecturer is trying to be helpful, but I can’t find a clean page in my exercise book to write on, and keep losing track of what is happening.
I quickly go to my childhood home to fetch some flowers, but I find that the housekeeper has not put any water into them and they are dead. I shout at her. She gets furious and splashes water all over the floor, threatening to call her trade union and go on strike.
I drive back to finish my dictation then back through the tunnel, covering myself in mud, to the bathroom where a freshly dirtied toilet bowl is waiting to be licked clean. I do so with enjoyment, noticing that there are three identical books on top of each toilet. I start to read the top one, a black leather-bound book like a Bible. I discover that it contains "The School of Whoredom" by Pietro Aretino.
Suddenly there is great confusion and quarrelling and someone is trying to free us. Then I am walking in the bush. I see a man ahead of me carefully shaking weaver-birds’ nest. He is looking for eggs but is afraid of snakes. From time to time he puts some into his bag.
I see something rolling in the dust. I go closer and see two bat-eared fox cubs fighting. Suddenly the head of an adult fox with a broken ear appears behind a hillock, then twenty others, then a whole lot more. A gnu gallops past behind me, then a rhino, then a cheetah on the hill. I try to walk down to the waterhole, but I am charged by a gnu. I stroke its horns
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