{"id":63,"date":"2006-07-24T08:48:12","date_gmt":"2006-07-24T12:48:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/2006\/07\/24\/a-midsummer-nights-dream\/"},"modified":"2006-07-24T08:48:12","modified_gmt":"2006-07-24T12:48:12","slug":"a-midsummer-nights-dream","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/2006\/07\/24\/a-midsummer-nights-dream\/","title":{"rendered":"a midsummer night’s dream"},"content":{"rendered":"

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  My first memories of tonight’s dreams are very indistinct–something about a man who cheats on his wife using hi-tech.
\n  Then I’m kissing … someone who sporadically reads this
\ndreamlog. She grows and shrinks before my eyes, rather like Dr. Hank
\nPym, although not by as many orders of magnitude.
\n  Then I’m running through a public place that is crowded (but
\nobviously not enough to preclude running). At one point, I realize my
\ncourse will bring me within strinking distance of a tall, thin, dark
\nman. On a perverse impulse, without slowing at all, I reach out and
\nstrike his jaw. Before I go too far, I look back and see him standing
\nstill, nursing his jaw. I feel guilty and go over to him to apologise
\nand ask if I can do anything for him to make it up to him. He assures
\nme he is okay, flashing a smile that shows his teeth intact. But he
\nwants to take me up on my offer to do something for him: he asks me to
\naccompany him to Oslo immediately. I object that it would be
\ninconsiderate to leave without giving my parents any notice but he
\ninsists it will be okay. I feel somewhat put upon but agree to go
\nalong. Somehow we board a flight–I don’t recall any trip to the
\nairport. En route, my companion’s manner becomes unpleasant. He leaves
\nit unclear whether we are actually heading to Oslo or to Praga. After a
\nsurprisingly short flight, we land at an unidentified destination. We
\nsit down at a small shop\/caf<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

  My first memories of tonight’s dreams are very indistinct–something about a man who cheats on his wife using hi-tech.   Then I’m kissing … someone who sporadically reads this dreamlog. She grows and shrinks before my eyes, rather like Dr. Hank Pym, although not by as many orders of magnitude.   Then I’m running […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1226,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1500],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-63","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-department"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1226"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=63"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=63"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=63"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=63"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}