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the freaks, if you brought dreams up from their obscure place, to a place on high, well, what
would come
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Tired Mind, Dream Narrative
The strange thing are the dreams where a body’s exhausted, but the mind generates powerful,
surreal narratives. Dream narratives. And the body lies there, exhausted, sucking on sleep,
like a dry throat water. But the mind, oh the mind doesn’t stop. The mind does not stop in the
least. Pounds away. And in the morning, when in a sense mind and body reunite, via waking
consciousness, the body, refreshed for the sleep, but the mind trying to recall the dreams can’t.
What were those powerful images Can’t recall them. The body was too tired. Somehow, the
body participates in the dream recall. Does the body participate in the dreams Does the body
dream Does the body dream
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Body Asleep vs. Body Awake
You know, I guess you could say, I’ve been trying to figure this thing out for a long time. It’s this
question of what exactly, what works, what can explain the relation between the body in sleep
and the body awake. Now it seems as though there are two explanations. Two. That’s right.
There’s the waking explanation, which pushes a sort of kind of linear narrative rooted in time
and space. Now there are all sorts of exceptions, there’s all sorts of things you can talk to, there’s
all sorts of stories you can tell all sorts of people. You can point toward and say but And yet,
most of the time, mostly in agreement.
And then, there’s that same body in sleep. And that’s where all the weird shit that happens in
waking life, that happens here and there, more to some than others—well, that’s where it all
breaks loose. Sort of like a gloves-off, nobody’s-fooling-nobody-anymore kind of situation.
Now if you can rustle me up an answer for all of this, well, sir, I’d be most happy hear you out.
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Where Do Dreams Flush To
And I keep wondering: where they flush to, these dreams I wake up some mornings and what
it seems like is that they’re there but they’re leaving, where are they going, where do they go, try
to write them down, where do they go They come and they go and yet while they’re happening
I’m prone and still and so how is it they come and go Do they move around And even when I
capture them in a few words on a piece of paper it’s not like they’re not going, it’s just that I’m
marking their passage, their passage through me.
The Cenacle | 84 | April 2013