I dreamt last night that I had a palm full of splinters.
As I mustered the patience and self-reflexivity it would take to remove the splinters I realized that they were different sized porcupine quills. Some of them were small, shallowly buried, and easy to remove. Others were fat, long, and went deep. It hurt and was scary to pull those out. With a hand covered in blood, I feared the holes left open in my skin would bleed profusely but they didn’t. As they all lay in the grass before me, I noticed the quills were quite beautiful and thought I might like to keep them, to look at later.
I didn’t remember this dream until I got a splinter in my palm this morning. Then it all flooded back in. I think it’s a perfect metaphor for the emotional work I have before me. Thank you, dream mind.
I’ve been having a lot of strange and vivid dreams. This is one reason why I was inspired to make “Dreamscapes” the theme of Rosewater Review this year (Rose Movement Studio’s annual show, happening November 17-18, 2017 at Dougherty Theatre in Austin, TX).