Sunday, May 20, 2012
Another dream-fragment featuring my mother. I can only remember the last moment, before Johnny woke me (he had stayed the night). I was driving along the Clontarf coast road. My mother was beside me, but more of a sensation than a physical presence. I remember fairly clearly asking her (possibly more than once, it seemed important) to tell me her favourite place in Dublin. I woke before she could answer.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
I woke this morning to the first halfway coherent memory of dreaming about my mother. The dream didn't hold very well. It's like a badly underexposed negative, solid with shadow. But I remember we were traveling together, staying in a kind of hotel or guest house. There were other people in the dream, even dimmer shadows, strangers. But the overall feeling was pleasant, a good helping of wish-fulfillment. I was doing something I wanted to do, being with her, and she with me.