Last summer I had a dream that a friend walked up to me, stood unusually close, placed a hand on my shoulder and said: “Matty, you’re a mess!” In the dream, I was at a party in front of my paternal grandparents’ place down by the Miramichi River—obviously a memory of my aunt’s wedding from 2019. Now, there’s no way this friend would ever find himself on the banks of the Miramichi in August, but dreams, of course, don’t care about that. My dreams are usually fairly transparent, and so this one was puzzling because at that time I felt very in control of my life, was not a mess at all.
dramatic failures of self-understanding
dramatic failures of self-understanding
dramatic failures of self-understanding
Last summer I had a dream that a friend walked up to me, stood unusually close, placed a hand on my shoulder and said: “Matty, you’re a mess!” In the dream, I was at a party in front of my paternal grandparents’ place down by the Miramichi River—obviously a memory of my aunt’s wedding from 2019. Now, there’s no way this friend would ever find himself on the banks of the Miramichi in August, but dreams, of course, don’t care about that. My dreams are usually fairly transparent, and so this one was puzzling because at that time I felt very in control of my life, was not a mess at all.