My dreams last night came in snatches.
Ella, my daughter was a small child, not herself as I know her, but in the form of Benjamin from The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, a wizened up aged child. She lived in her room upstairs alone. I say she but she had an androgynous quality as if neither male nor female, neither old nor young, and she was lonely. I had managed to find her a puppy with whom she could play but for some reason this puppy did not stay and again my Benjamin Ella character was sad and lonely.
I was travelling in some foreign land with my husband and another of my daughters. My husband raced ahead as he often does and we were left to pull on our own resources without a map. We spent time in a large department store. I did not want to buy anything, only to look. Somehow the trip had gone wrong and I was bored. And worried about how we might spend the rest of our time.
My dreams merged here and I was back with Ella Benjamin. An old woman, proprietor of a large shopping centre, had said that Ella Benjamin could look after her puppy as she herself did not have time to manage it. Ella Benjamin was delighted.
One day later the woman came to visit. Ella Benjamin and the puppy were playing in the mad crazy manic way that puppies do, rolling and tumbling over one another. The puppy snapped at Ella Benjamin’s hands. The woman was horrified at the sight of this and slapped them both, forcing them apart.
‘He’s only a puppy,’ I said.
‘He needs discipline’, she said.
I woke up.
3 comments:
I wish The Curious Case of Benjamin Button had at least half followed the freedom of dream logic such as we see here.
I have watched it in installments, feeling I must somehow finish it.
I will be starting my fifth installment shortly.
As I think back over the last four installments, I can think of nothing which is not pure Hollywood cliche, pure crap.
So many movies have found ways to waste Tilda Swinton lately.
I think it's her new career: wasting her amazing talent in expensive, big movies.
Your daughter is clearly a shape-shifter.
And, as Martha Stewart and the Bard would say, "That's a good thing."
xo
I thought the film was disappointing too, but the images stay with me.
When my 'shape shifting' daughter was born I was shocked by how old and wise she looked. Only minutes after birth she had the gnarled skin and penetrating rheumy eyes of an old man.
I say 'old man' not woman because my daughter, this daughter, Ella was the spitting image of her father at birth. She's fifteen years old now, tall and gangly beautiful, but she still looks like her father.
I too try to avoid cliches but life is full of them.
I'm glad to see that someone else actually reads other unknown people's dreams.
Maybe she was one of Darger's Vivian Girls in your dream.
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