In Dreams

[poliphilo]

In dreams we forget ourselves. We exist, but exist without fixed attributes. Sometimes we revert to earlier phases of our existence- so that we find ourselves back in school or parenting children who in "reality" are middle-aged. In dreams our status and even our gender are up for grabs. We are naked consciousness, rifling through the dressing-up box. Dead people appear and we don't turn a hair. We're in a state akin to weightlessness with everything unmoored and floating around- only the constraint that has been removed isn't gravity but time.

In waking life we clasp our identity tight; in dreams it is lightly mocked, modulates, ceases to be.