{"id":16,"date":"2005-11-28T00:20:15","date_gmt":"2005-11-28T04:20:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/2005\/11\/28\/on-the-road\/"},"modified":"2005-11-28T00:20:15","modified_gmt":"2005-11-28T04:20:15","slug":"on-the-road","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/2005\/11\/28\/on-the-road\/","title":{"rendered":"on the road"},"content":{"rendered":"

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  In this dream, William and I
\nare checking into a fleabag motel (not so unlike, come to think of it,
\nthe “Grand” Marina we lodged in this summer) off a barren, nondescript
\nroad. I leave my belongings in our room and head out. As I’m leaving,
\nthe manager approaches me and tells me privately he has some misgivings
\nabout William’s reasons for being there. I reassure him that William is
\non the level and explain what his legitimate reasons are, although I no
\nlonger remember them or the manager’s worry. Then I get into the jalopy
\nwe’re traveling in and drive off.<\/span>
\n  When I return, I notice
\nWilliam has dumped a ragged suitcase of mine in a pile of rubbish in
\nthe parking lot. Without looking inside, I somehow know that it
\ncontains a cadaver we had with us in our ‘suite’. (I don’t recall whose
\ncorpse it is or why on earth we have it. Synchronistically, I dreamt
\nthis the night <\/span>before<\/span> going to see Claude Chabrol’s <\/span>La Demoiselle d’honneur<\/span>.)
\nI’m not sure what my motivation is but I pick up the suitcase and bring
\nit back indoors. Almost as soon as I enter, the manager begins banging
\nangrily on the door. I’m not sure what his grievance is–that we’re
\nkeeping a corpse on the premises? I’m quite concerned however–not
\nabout being arrested (which doesn’t cross my mind) but about being
\nevicted. As crummy and generic as this place looks, something must bind
\nme to it, since I feel such unease at the prospect of having to leave.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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