The Direction of Dreams
My son says he always dreams the same house, strangely enough. Except with a spiral staircase. The cartoon girl runs jerkily past. Perhaps she trips, perhaps there’s a dog in the way, perhaps a lady walking with a stroller. He doesn’t know the house, he says, but it’s always the same house. With a spiral staircase, but not a cartoon girl. I know she’s running though, in fits and starts, with urgency. Something depends on her speed. There’s a trying to get somewhere, in any direction. And direction needs a context. Something about dreams, spirals and speed.
N Filbert 2013