one revolution later still revolving

dreams recorded from November of 2010:

11/2
dream: we performed the play in white. bathed in light. white curtains. it ended with mild applause and i was in a daze- i had remembered all my lines but suddenly realized i had no idea what the play had been. i lifted her dark hat for a kiss on the cheek which i finished by blowing air softly through her cupped hand ...and he joked how short i was holding onto her belt...

11/4
I dreamed our faces were painted forever...

and

Dreamed of some festival circus, clowning, giant rides with swings and spins, some magic whiskey given by an old friend brought back from a far off land- "that's the equivalent of three bloody sunrises" also my friend was addicted to peanut m&ms and somewhere in there the Simpsons offered solace...

11/24
Dreamed this morning of precariously balancing on a tall pole that acted as a gate hinge while two large wild bulls raucously snuffed about below- then labyrinthine wandering in the dark- a porch full of toys and masks, then...

...there was a vampire cat- I think it bit me and wanted more but I kept it at bay with it's emerald eyes prowling...things were heating up with a mysterious woman then interrupted when another vampire-like man who had been hunting me show...ed up...I was in process of transformation myself(from the feline bite i think) and my enemy grew suddenly scared with the awareness that I shared the same powers as he- the dream ended with the two of us encircling each other closer and closer for a death match- I distinctly remember being eager to tear voraciously at his jugular with my animal mouth...

http://www.som.org/1dreams/symbols.htm

elevensies, returning

feet landing slowly after a 72 hour dream levitation into the underwhirlled. a feast. a fervor. a succession of heart murmurs. this morning- i recalled a part of my dream: my father and a few others i think, were preparing to explore a deep underwater system of submerged caves. i was to join them and i was a little nervous as i hadn't been scuba diving in a long time and was concerned about our safety. my father had a very calm and confident demeanor about the matter. suddenly, i was deep underwater. it was dark and i could see light pooled at the surface above me. my father was there and i was flailing my limbs, trying to call out. i was worried i wouldn't be able to make it to the surface before i drowned. it seemed so far away, but then, determined, i began the ascent, shooting upwards like a bird and waking just as it seemed i was about to breach the surface...

this evening i was thumbing through dog-eared poems by W. S. Merwin and found this passage from a poem of his called "The Dreamers" :

a man with his eyes shut swam upward
through dark water and came to air
it was the horizon
he felt his way along it and it opened
and let the sun out so much for the sun
and in the morning he began groping for the horizon
like the hands of a clock
day and night.