Thursday, May 3, 2007

[dream] Dream, July, 2006

When I was little, I could only travel long distance by train because of severe motion sickness. To this day, anything related to train is of nostalgia for me. So this dream was interesting to me because I was seeing a new face in an old setting.

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In a secluded train station, he and I were waiting for the train to arrive. We stood facing each other, staring into the seemingly endless train tracks in opposite directions.

Then he kissed me, in a gesture that was neither abrupt nor hesitant. It was his unmitigated right, and I gave him my unspoken surrender. Far away, we heard the whistle of our long awaited train.

Thus the best kiss yet of my thirty-year life occurred--in a dream.
The tragedy of Anna Karenina was nowhere to be found.

Birthday, Marc Chagall, 1915


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