{"id":5530,"date":"2013-02-21T10:23:46","date_gmt":"2013-02-21T15:23:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/?p=5530"},"modified":"2013-02-21T10:23:46","modified_gmt":"2013-02-21T15:23:46","slug":"i-dreamed-about-my-superpower","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/2013\/02\/21\/i-dreamed-about-my-superpower\/","title":{"rendered":"I dreamed about my superpower"},"content":{"rendered":"<h4>Some pieces<\/h4>\n<p>Before going to bed last night, I posted a status update to Facebook that read, \u201cSpent an hour or more reading about maternal haplogroup T2b, from the sublime (well, not really) to the ridiculous (yes, really).\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Then, I foolishly dug around a bit on a new online publishing platform \u2014 foolish, because it made me feel like I was missing something.<\/p>\n<p>And this morning, glancing over my email while the coffee brewed, I noticed a link to a yet another new book that teaches you common household and \u201clife\u201d hacks, including something to do with threading needles.<\/p>\n<h4>Needles<\/h4>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-5531\" style=\"border: 10px solid white\" src=\"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/files\/2013\/02\/Photo1-1-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/files\/2013\/02\/Photo1-1-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/files\/2013\/02\/Photo1-1-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/files\/2013\/02\/Photo1-1.jpg 320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" \/>With that word \u201cneedles,\u201d bam!, a dream I\u2019d had during the night came into focus, except it came back in that annoying way dreams will: partial, half-remembered, missing key pieces.<\/p>\n<h4>The Dream<\/h4>\n<p>I was somewhere, doing something (with my hands?). I was somewhere doing something with my hands and it involved trying to repair something.<\/p>\n<p>I was somewhere doing something about stitching something that had torn.<\/p>\n<p>I was somewhere \u2014 oh no, it can\u2019t have been there, surely? \u2014 trying to put something right.<\/p>\n<p>I was somewhere where I had been \u2026disturbed, hurt.<\/p>\n<p>I was somewhere, on the ground, the earth, the dirt, the field, the patch, the clearing, held down in the place where I was trying to fix something that I didn\u2019t know how to fix, and I gave up hope.<\/p>\n<p>I lost the needle. (I\u00a0<em>felt<\/em>, in my dream, how I lost the needle I needed to repair the fabric, but I had no words. I was little.) Someone entered the frame, but because this is a dream half-remembered, I can\u2019t say whether it\u2019s one or two people, nor who it is. Someone \u2014 or something \u2014 prompts me to look for the needle in the grubby leaf-littered dirt I\u2019m sitting on.<\/p>\n<p>That\u2019s when it happens \u2014 the part of the dream I remember most vividly: I find another needle. It\u2019s not the one I lost \u2014 it\u2019s a different size \u2014 but it\u2019s a needle, a tool. Then I find another one, (again a different size) and another (yet another size). I have three now, all different sizes: my found treasures are turning into a tool kit.<\/p>\n<p>Then I make an amazing find: a tool for threading needles! It&#8217;s super-elegant and unlike <em>anything<\/em> I&#8217;ve ever seen before. After that, nearby, a fourth needle, and a fifth. At some point in the dream I\u2019m clutching a whole handful of needles, as well as this beautifully designed tool that looks like no other. They\u2019re all available for me to use. It\u2019s amazing.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m still trying to sort out what it means, beyond the obvious: finding not just <em>a<\/em> needle in \u201ca haystack\u201d (or dirt and leaf-litter covered ground), but <em>many<\/em> needles of varying size, plus a nearly <em>magical<\/em> new tool for threading them all.<\/p>\n<h4>Threads<\/h4>\n<p>In the dream I don\u2019t have any thread, but it \u201cfelt\u201d as though I could probably get some. I also don\u2019t have any clear purpose in the dream: no reason for needing these needles except that I had been trying to fix something at the outset, and lost the tool for it. But I can\u2019t remember what I was trying to fix, nor whether I should still try to fix it, or whether this bounty of needles (and that marvelous threading tool) meant that I could finally move on, like an apprentice who\u2019s graduated from his apprentice piece and now sets out on his trade sojourn, looking for work.<\/p>\n<p>Looking for work, looking for purpose, looking for a way to ply my trade: dream it six ways to Sunday and back, it remains hardened, difficult stuff.<\/p>\n<p>But: I can thread any needle, any needle at all. The needles were always in me, they had fallen out of my pockets \u2014 out of my body \u2014 and into the dirt. I just have to find them again and <em>pick them up<\/em>. The threading tool, however? That was newly forged in me, it\u2019s my super-power.<\/p>\n<p>I can thread any needle, any needle at all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A dream of lost needles in haystacks prompts the author to discover her superpower. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":311,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1903],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5530","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-writing"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5530","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/311"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5530"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5530\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5544,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5530\/revisions\/5544"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5530"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5530"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5530"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}