[dream] The Red Shoes, June 9, 2007

It was not unlike my typical dreams--monochromatic, dark, dimly lit. Surrounded by strangers, I could feel an indisputable sense of looming haste. Most details of this long and exhausting dream have already escaped me, lost in the midst of thirty hour sleep. It would have remained lost, if it had not been for an object I saw--a pair of red shoes.

Inside a plain and simple shoe box were a pair of new stilettos, in bright red patent leather. A theatrical spotlight was lighting them. I stared down at them for a long while. The pair of red shoes, in unison, seemed to be evolving into a conscious entity, while my psyche started to disappear.

Eventually someone put a lid on the box and the dream continued on--darkly, dimly, and without narrative.