{"id":61,"date":"2006-06-19T07:27:12","date_gmt":"2006-06-19T11:27:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/2006\/06\/19\/away-on-a-jaunt\/"},"modified":"2006-06-19T07:27:12","modified_gmt":"2006-06-19T11:27:12","slug":"away-on-a-jaunt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/2006\/06\/19\/away-on-a-jaunt\/","title":{"rendered":"away on a jaunt"},"content":{"rendered":"

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  I’m visiting an unfamiliar
\ncity with MV; I marvel at her presence. (Why will my psyche vouchsafe
\nsuch a dream of her but not of the IQ?) We’re in an underground level
\nof a building when we decide to split up; I agree to phone her later to
\nmeet up. I board the lift, ascend to ground level, exit and begin
\nwalking. The landscape, however, is quite unlike a city: I’m walking
\nalong an arcade between a continuous row of buildings and what appears
\nto be a boundless garden. Occasionally I pass what appear to be
\nentrances to subway stations, the only confirmation of the premise that
\nI’m in a city. At some points the corridors of the arcade are
\nenclosed–almost all light is blocked out and I become disoriented in
\nthe darkness. Then I am no longer in the arcade but simply walking in
\nfront of houses. In front of one of them is a gathering performing what
\nseems to be some kind of dance. They are distributed in small
\ngroups–in one instance, a group of one, a woman who is the only one
\nwho catches my attention. None of the groups seem to pay attention to
\nthe others but they are well synchronized in spite of that. Their
\nmotion seems simple and repetitive, rhythmically advancing and
\nretreating. <\/span>
\n  Then, I’m in bed in a room
\nnot my own, looking out the window at a darkening or brightening sky,
\nsunrise or sunset and think I should call MV. I choose the pseudonym
\nCharlie Skasz and then a voice says something (or I think a voice says
\nsomething) about a skeleton key unlocking things in my subconscious. <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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