{"id":32,"date":"2003-12-13T12:06:09","date_gmt":"2003-12-13T16:06:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/2003\/12\/13\/constants\/"},"modified":"2003-12-13T12:06:09","modified_gmt":"2003-12-13T16:06:09","slug":"constants","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/2003\/12\/13\/constants\/","title":{"rendered":"constants"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name='a16'><\/a><\/p>\n<p><P>&nbsp; Motor vehicles seem&nbsp;to have become a constant in my dreams. I say this on the basis of&nbsp; last night&#8217;s dream as well as other recent dreams, too dimly remembered to transcribe. Unusual responsibilities seem to be a motif of tonight&#8217;s.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>&nbsp; I&#8217;m not sure I even recall the correct sequence of this dream. One possible starting point: I&#8217;m in Israel and a youth, who is my friend in the dream, entrusts me with the task of returning&nbsp;a large SUV he&#8217;s borrowed or rented. I believe there&#8217;s some purpose to the use of this vehicle that I&#8217;m sympathetic to, but I&#8217;ve forgotten what it is. Entering this vehicle is like immersing myself in a different kind of space, a feeling I could perhaps compare to being alone in a dark, well-made chapel.&nbsp; The interior is very dark, with only the small bright light from the dashboard interrupting the darkness. Curiously, there is no perceptible outside; the windows seem opaque, yet I have no trouble navigating. <\/P><br \/>\n<P>&nbsp; At another point, before or after the SUV sojourn, I&#8217;m in something like an apartment building, except there&#8217;s no obvious separation between one apartment and the next; they&#8217;re all continuous. Danny, the bibulous, feckless superintendent of the building I live in in waking life, lives there. In the dream, he&#8217;s crippled and new flaws have joined his half-closed eye and the purple marks on his face. Frustratingly, that is all I remember about my visit to this building, yet I&#8217;m certain that seeing Danny wasn&#8217;t my purpose in going there. <\/P><br \/>\n<P>&nbsp; Finally, in the last dream sequence, Hugh, my boss in waking life, is asking me to choose unknown candidates for an unknown post. I go along with this for some time. I remember going to a separate room and removing my Egyptian-patterned rings for some purpose involved in appearing to discharge this obligation. However, I finally admit to Hugh that I don&#8217;t know the people he&#8217;s trying to choose among and can&#8217;t make an informed decision. He takes this in stride and hands me their dossiers. Reading them, I realize that what is being selected is a new police chief. This is a curious contrast to another recent dream, almost completely unremembered, in which Hugh is cast as a drug dealer and I am also working for him. In that dream, this job apparently gets me in the line of fire: Grim is a rival drug dealer. He shows up at Hugh&#8217;s headquarters in a trenchcoat and&nbsp;the ridiculous cowboy getup he wears in waking life and casts a rose with a prominent thorn at me.<\/P><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Motor vehicles seem&nbsp;to have become a constant in my dreams. I say this on the basis of&nbsp; last night&#8217;s dream as well as other recent dreams, too dimly remembered to transcribe. Unusual responsibilities seem to be a motif of tonight&#8217;s. &nbsp; I&#8217;m not sure I even recall the correct sequence of this dream. 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