If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream
– Rene Magritte
Dreams are pretty interesting, aren’t they? Who appears in them, and who doesn’t. I know people who believe that dreams can tell them about the future, that dreams can tell them things in general. Dreams can surely only tell you what you already know, if you look at it the right way. Dreams are a way of reshuffling what you’ve experienced and processing it and turning it into a crazy adventure involving naked parcours or treetop monkeybusiness, skydiving, characters who are a surprising (and surprisingly resonant) amalgamation of several people you know, encounters with people you’d thought long forgotten. Sometimes I hate my dreams but I don’t seem to get nightmares – or at least Nightmares – any more; and meanwhile opening a greasy spoon cafe in the North Pole probably says nothing to me about me but it’s pretty funny (‘I don’t mind, you know’…what?…’I mean, they’re polar bears, they probably don’t need teaspoons’ – yes, I talk in my sleep).
Anyway, I need sleep or more beer. Not sure which.