A dream left behind helps a daughter cope with her grief…
I found this dream in Angelica Huston’s memoir A Story Lately Told…
Ms. Huston’s mother wrote this dream down the day before she died in a car crash:
I am in a room with B. Perhaps in bed.
There is a stillness. There will be an earthquake.
The hotel crumbles. There is wreckage everywhere.
We have slipped gently to a place somewhere.
atop it. I can see colored shreds and strips
of building refuse that is neither wood nor steel
but something like both. There is no feeling of
danger but of something like relief—that
sort of calm after a storm.
The dream seems—seems—to have foretold the crash…
However, we only know this for certain: the mother’s dream gave the Angelica Huston a sense of peace. So it was a good dream to leave behind.
I’m now thinking about the dreams people would find in my old journals if I died…
A few folks might be upset at what they discovered…
Perhaps they’d think the dream was about them—just because they were in it…
If someone saw that I’d stabbed him in the hand with a fork in a dream…
…he might think I actually wanted to stab him in hand in waking life.
Well, maybe I did. But more likely, my dreaming mind used him to represent some aspect of myself.
In any case, I don’t think my dream entry would give him a sense of peace upon my demise.
With that in mind, I’m practicing this age-old tradition: I write such notes in code.
© 2013, Michael R. Patton
open all night: poems of our dream life