In the dream
In the dream, you play the piano successively, as if genetic. Straight ahead jazz? You know how well you play and I am surprised, as I think you do not actually enjoy it. You perform a higher interpretation of something I’d played for you earlier, and I wonder if you mean to demonstrate an idea of improvement for me. I decide yes that you are invested in an idea of improvement for me, but also that you just want to exercise music. The dream wants me to perform this analysis.
In the dream, you lead a group of chefs who are learning the pleasure of taste by exploring the desert, but it is a highly cinematic version of a desert which is to say it has been manipulated by light and color and so I think I am in an altered mental state. Are we dreaming or am I intoxicated.
In the dreams you are full of joy and I am full of curiosity but my curiosity treads confusion and you don’t want me to ask questions. If you only knew how to give in to action as well. Play along and let’s see what happens.
In the dream, dispatch is a conflict I aim to withdraw with salt and more salt and that is how we approximate each other in the absence of our seclusion. I wake up wondering if we will ever be alone and marvel that I ever wanted to be alone after promising never to let myself be neglected again. It would be different if you were there.
In the dream, I am a person who knows I am a person.
