More dreams about transport. This time (last night) I was quietly going against the tide of a crowd of commuters in my own familiar nearest metro station. Interestingly, the crowd seemed to go in, while I struggled to get out of the station... I swear -- I don't do it on purpose! Waiting now for aicrafts, flying carpets, camels, horses, ships and bycicles, and other devices the enlightened humanity uses to deal with distance.
Distance and direction. The way the movement occurs: fast, brutal; slow, uncertain. My unconscious attempts to communicate with the tiny portion of my personality which happens to be controlled by reason, and which I usually call "I". I am rather grateful - clearly, I am not spoiled by the amount of communication received from the outer world; and wish some people communicated as extensively as my unconscious!
Well. Just joking.
Well. Just joking.
I am getting to understand that when you say you are 'just joking' that this is another way of saying that you are not joking. This is a very English irony - so, you are an honorary Englishwoman.
ReplyDeleteSo, now you have some communication from the outside world and perhaps you will have some people rushing out alongside you from the station now?