Inside me
Last night i dreamt that i became a bear. It happened all of a sudden. My friends (my family didn’t feature in the dream) still recognised me, and tried to deal with the change as best they could. At first i could still talk roughly, and communicate by writing. My talking became increasingly hard for them to understand, and i quickly became too clumsy to write legibly. My friends didn’t seem to be making much effort to understand me. I wanted desperately to be a man again. Everyone lost patience with me (I remember Mrs Steenhof was more compassionate than most), and i slunk away into the bush to live a normal unhappy bear-life.
There was more, but i can’t recall it. I woke feeling lonely and disconsolate. It has been quite a few months since i read or thought about Kafka’s Metamorphosis, but the connexion is unmistakeable.
I went to sleep again and dreamt twice more. One featured a wee baby boy (mine) and a church service with elaborate and beautiful music coordinated by Ben Hoyt. The other got kinda dirty.
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thats rediculously kafka, i thought that from the first sentence
Awesome man. What a rad dream. I’m sure you felt lonely at the time, but you have to admit the humorous side too. I wish I had the money to turn it into a movie.
i authorise you to turn it into a movie :)
o, and richdog gives you “mad porps” for all those history notes.
parp!
I think Ben would be a wonderful ‘aestetic high priest’
and probably quite a good aesthetic one too
A few weeks back I had a dream that Michelle and I had a baby girl. I remember crying with happiness as I held her for the first time.
The emotions from the dream are so strong that thinking about the dream even now brings tears to my eyes, and I am filled with immense joy.
it’s a sign – have lots of babies immediately
Is that what you’re going to do?
if i can find a girl who’s keen for it
trust me, all girls are keen for it.
Hah
Five raw facial slap marks testify differently,
They are, as always,
Elusive prey.
Haha to you all. Richard gave me “porps.” Hoorah!