Monday Morning
Nov. 2nd, 2015 08:35 amA curious dream. I went to a historical site celebrating Abraham Lincoln. It seemed to have memorabilia and books. I was there with Mr. Telemann (from PolitiCartoons) and a friend of his. I had recently bought a book from elsewhere and unrelated to Lincoln. While sitting at one place, I unaccountably put my new book on the shelf with Lincoln books. Not long afterward, I catch myself and grab my book back. But it's not my book! It's a different copy. I have one of the docile women curators helping me. The book is marked and it even has bugs on one of its pages. Someone had switched it with mine.
I wake up without any resolution. And I am puzzled. The dream seems to be trying to say something. The only thing that comes to my mind is the possibility that I might be feeling guilty about leaving Lincoln for Thomas Mann in my reading life, or, more strongly, that I would do better to stick with Lincoln. It has been an issue with me. What would be the best use of my time and effort? I don't think any direction leads to money, status, and sex. Therefore, it would seem to be a matter of what interests me more. They both interest me greatly, as others, including, let's not forget, Orwell and Shakespeare. If time were unlimited, my list could go on. I am just hoping that I am not going to die, or have to give up my reading life, in only a mere couple of years, so that I should have plenty of time to enjoy Lincoln. He is on my special short list of the top three. As for the dream ... I am inclined to think it is ... rather random, though puzzling. Um, maybe it is saying that my whole reading life is a waste of life. But I have never been able to come up with a better answer in all these years. Let me have a dream of that, and we will see what I can do.
I wake up without any resolution. And I am puzzled. The dream seems to be trying to say something. The only thing that comes to my mind is the possibility that I might be feeling guilty about leaving Lincoln for Thomas Mann in my reading life, or, more strongly, that I would do better to stick with Lincoln. It has been an issue with me. What would be the best use of my time and effort? I don't think any direction leads to money, status, and sex. Therefore, it would seem to be a matter of what interests me more. They both interest me greatly, as others, including, let's not forget, Orwell and Shakespeare. If time were unlimited, my list could go on. I am just hoping that I am not going to die, or have to give up my reading life, in only a mere couple of years, so that I should have plenty of time to enjoy Lincoln. He is on my special short list of the top three. As for the dream ... I am inclined to think it is ... rather random, though puzzling. Um, maybe it is saying that my whole reading life is a waste of life. But I have never been able to come up with a better answer in all these years. Let me have a dream of that, and we will see what I can do.