Dreams and Things

I continue to be infatuated by Janis, my third and latest wife who I divorced in 2005. It was a messy and hateful separation. I am now in a loving relationship with Eva  with whom I am engaged. I don't even know anymore where these bizarre dreams come from and why they continue. I am with Janis in a room at my sister-in-law's house at night. We are in (I think) the guest room but it might be another. We make passionate love like always but Janis doesn't want to watch porn, an oddity because she always did like it. Our lovemaking is the sort of insane crazy that I haven't yet experienced since we broke up. We are in the kitchen. My sister-in-law's bar is open (rather than closed) in a way that allows people to sit at it. My landlord Martin, and his wife show up, the people I work with. The actual apartment's owner (Aaron) comes in behind them. We exchange greetings and there are hugs all around. They embrace Janis, too, although they know we are divorced. ...

There's not a lot to this dream but it was very vivid. I have been  captured but by who I cannot remember. I am too young to remember such things. I am perhaps nine or ten. I am standing in a cage mad of rounded wood bars (possibly bamboo) spaced apart from one another by about six inches. The bars are held in place by leather thongs impervious to removal.  I know that there are other boys waiting to be auctioned but I cannot see them. I hear the bustle of the market place around me. The dust of the ground arises from the tramp of human and camel feet. I am waiting the market to be sold. This doesn't sadden me. It only piques my cursorily. I know that yjr person who buys me will be kind and generous. The slave market must be somewhere in the middle. I will be traveling  to Rome along with the other boys. A free boy slightly older than me approaches me with a peach in his...

I woke up at 2:30AM dreaming the following: I am reading  The Third Reich . I am suddenly aware that this book is on the "Forbidden List." This happens at a nice and sumptuous Thanksgiving. I recall how dangerous reading this book and how anyone even suspected of reading it will be taken by the Gestapo. I am now at a booth waiting in line. It is the line of people that the Gestapo will interrogate. The surroundings are cold concrete or perhaps dank wood painted grey. The line moves forward very slowly and everybody in it is afraid. When it's my turn at the window I am the led away summarily by the SS into a waiting room where others wait. It becomes my turn and I follow the SS officer to the execution room.  There are two slabs of concrete. On one lies a man on his side pointed away from me. He is getting a lethal injection. It is taking a long time and he chats in a low voice with his executioner. I can...