MOON OF RED RAIN (photomorph) & A STORY OF FOUR WOMEN (dream narrative) by Roswila

A STORY OF FOUR WOMEN

the woman who’s writing the story
(who was one of the participants), will not
listen to the strong suggestion made by two
of the others involved: the order in which
the women appear in her recapitulation
really needs to be changed, the third woman
should be brought forward in the text to
second place; true, they each acknowledge,
this is not the actual order in which it all
went down, but as often occurs in a re-telling
a change such as this clarifies and heightens
the story, sometimes (as in this case) making
the story altogether more understandable by
those who weren’t there; the writer’s face
clearly exhibits a mix of disgust and rejection
as one of the other women comments “… in
other words, poetic license…” these other two
women finally manage to coerce the writer
into at least doing a review of the event,
literally, the trio looking at it over again as if
it were a video: and all three are delighted,
(yes, even the writer) to note the energy
and purpose with which the woman in
the contested order of third place, takes on
chasing after the object of the entire incident
in which they each played a part; the woman
in this reviewing is dressed in a fuchsia skirt-
suit, her dark hair scintillating like fire with
reflections off the surface of her metallic
sports car of the same mouthwatering, eye-
pleasing color; the woman in first place in
the re-telling as it still stands, speaks for them
each: isn’t it something how she just does
not give up? but keeps up the chase, refusing
to appear, much less feel, even a moment worse
for all the wear; yes, quite something, but (the
observing “I”* of the dream silently questions)
does even one of these three reviewing the
incident wonder where the fourth woman is,
why she’s not been here, engaged in this
hot tumult of critiquing and reviewing


[narrative of a dream from 8-6-19. * Observing “I” – how I describe the experience of a disembodied sense of self watching the dream unfold. As contrasted to many, if not most dreams, in which that “I” or sense of self is centered in one (or more) of the dream characters (and sometimes, objects). And that observing “I” isn’t usually at all lucid. Much less enough to ask questions or have reactions as it does in this dream. It usually is more like the open eye of a camera. As I typed these comments, I wondered if the missing fourth woman in this dream isn’t waking consciousness. Making the dream about my life-long sense that I’ve never fully woken up. I’ve made progress but I’m still such a sleepy gus. Photomorph “Moon of Red Rain” (6-28-09 2988v9[2]) by Roswila]

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There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

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until next time, keep dreaming,





[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
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