Where do we go when we dream? Do we enter another world of
unexplainable time, where past and present mingle?
There is pleasure in seeing loved ones no longer alive,
nostalgia and amazement in visiting places from my childhood.
the nightly click of glasses
and neighborly talk
There is fear and anxiety as events unfold not as they
happened, but jumbled and disastrous. Failure in school, missing the last bus
at midnight, driving alone and hopelessly lost on a dark road, an intruder in
the house. There is confusion when I appear as an adult with husband and family
in my hometown. No one has died and the neighborhood is the same, only I have
changed. What does it mean when I must walk in the ocean to reach my
destination, drive along a road with a steep precipice on either side, walk
barefoot and coatless in snow or climb mountains of mud? Where am I? Where do I