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A striking dream ... In this dream world, it seems to just be me and mom, and she has apparently just married into another family, and I am part of the package deal. The cats were supposed to be part of the deal, too. However, after we moved in with this white family, the man's own mother, or possibly his sister, decided that the cats have to go. I naturally object. Weakly, I ask why. She says that she cannot walk around the house without getting the cats' fur on her feet. My mother just cringes in a corner crying (she is also her younger self, complete with that red sweatjacket from Yokota days). I apparently understand myself to be too weak to fight this, and I just walk off frustrated and hurt, trying to accept this new edict.
Lately, I have bemoaned the waning of the imaginative power of my dreams, resigning myself to the likelihood that I will never again have interesting dreams. This dream would seem to belie that. It's a doozy. I cannot begin, though, to see where it came from or what I should take from it. It's certainly not a happy dream; maybe my consolatory dreams are indeed gone for good. But at least this one was interesting.
It speaks of powerlessness, I suppose. Maybe it also speaks of my mother's own powerlessness, despite how much I suffered her as an emasculating tyrant. Socially, at least, being poor and colored, perhaps we were all just caught in a dismal trap.
Lately, I have bemoaned the waning of the imaginative power of my dreams, resigning myself to the likelihood that I will never again have interesting dreams. This dream would seem to belie that. It's a doozy. I cannot begin, though, to see where it came from or what I should take from it. It's certainly not a happy dream; maybe my consolatory dreams are indeed gone for good. But at least this one was interesting.
It speaks of powerlessness, I suppose. Maybe it also speaks of my mother's own powerlessness, despite how much I suffered her as an emasculating tyrant. Socially, at least, being poor and colored, perhaps we were all just caught in a dismal trap.
