Monday, March 22, 2010

I dream that Peter and I are in our kitchen, getting ready to go to work.  He's wearing a burgundy colored sweatshirt and black jeans.  Everything is like it is every morning, the rustle of breakfast and coffee.  I notice that someone else walks into the room.  It's an exact copy of Peter, except he's wearing a bright blue shirt.  I barely notice for a while.  And then I can't figure it out.  We're always two, but now we're two plus a photocopy.  As I try to uncomfortably wrap my mind around the fact that I've now got two husbands, I also try to keep straight which one is the "real" one - probably the first one?  I realize that if I can just find my copy of Kathleen Fraser's When New Time Folds Up, that I'll be able to figure this out.  Then I wake up.

4 comments:

David Grove said...

Fascinating dream. I've never heard one quite like it. Reminds me of a clever Robin Hitchcock song: "My Wife and My Dead Wife." It's about a man who lives with his living wife and the ghost of his drowned wife. He can't decide which one he loves more. This polygamous arrangement sounds enviable.

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Weave Dreamer said...

Very interesting!

Have you had other photocopy dreams?