In particular, the tutu wearing cyclops clobbered my psyche. I think the dream dealt with the processes of making and unmaking. Verbalizing it, the dream and the feelings doesn't do it. It sounds silly when I say it out loud. And the story/dream/nightmare I had seems just oddly surreal when I read over it. This is true of all dreams maybe. I did wake up crying from the dreams on these nights.
Since the drawings haunted me so, I pulled them out into the round. The cyclops wearing a tutu seems much less harmful and imposing when he is a little doll. He seems sad and a little pathetic. I felt sorry for him so I made him friends. He doesn't wade into my dreams currently. I will continue to populate his world and perhaps listen to the stories that they whisper.
My husband called me Lilith this morning when I showed him my new creatures. And as he said it he smiled and pulled me close, smelling my hair. He is definitely (thankfully) no "Adam."
No comments:
Post a Comment