Dreams – Images, Words, & Melodies No. 2

It is impractible, however, to keep our sleep free from stimuli; they impinge upon the sleeper from all sides – like the germs of life which Mephistopheles complained – from without and from within and even from parts of his body which are quite unnoticed in waking life. Thus sleep is disturbed; first one corner of the mind is shaken into wakefulness and then another; the mind functions for a brief moment with its awakened portion and is then glad to fall asleep once more. Dreams are a reaction to the disturbance of sleep brought about by a stimulus – a reaction, incidentally, which is quite superfluous. But the description of dreaming – which, after all is said and done, remains a function of the mind – as a somatic process implies another meaning as well. It is intended to show that dreams are unworthy to rank as psychical processes. Dreaming has often been compared with ‘the ten fingers of a man who knows nothing of music wondering over the keys of a piano’; and this simile shows as well as anything the sort of opinion that is usually held of dreaming by representatives of the exact sciences. On this view a dream is something wholly and completely incapable of interpretation; for how could the ten fingers of an unmusical player produce a piece of music?

~ Sigmund Freud, The Interpretation of Dreams, 1900

What Freud says about the unconscious sounds like science but in fact is just one more of his cocaine induced fantasies.

~ Ludwig Wittgenstein

I think he’s crude; I think he’s medieval, and I don’t want an elderly gentleman from Vienna with an umbrella inflicting his dreams upon me.

~ Vladimir Nabokov, on Freud

Dave Matthews Band – “Grey Street”

Look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street.
She thinks, “Hey, how did I come to this?”
I dream myself a thousand times around the world,
but I can’t get out of this place.”

There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’ll do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together – to grey
And it breaks her heart

How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears it doesn’t listen
There’s still a hope in her it might
She says, “I pray, but they fall on deaf ears
Am I supposed to take it on myself
to get out of this place?”

There’s a loneliness inside her
And she’ll do anything to fill it in
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together – to grey
And it breaks her heart

There’s a stranger speaks outside her door
Says “Take what you can from your dreams.
Make them as real as anything.
It’d take the work out of the courage.”
But she says “Please!
There’s a crazy man that’s creeping outside my door.
I live on the corner of Grey Street,
and the end of the world.”

There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’ll do anything to fill it in
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now
It’s more like cold blue ice in her heart
She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She could change everything about her
Using colors bold and bright
But all the colors mix together – to grey
And it breaks her heart

[photo credit]

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3 thoughts on “Dreams – Images, Words, & Melodies No. 2

  1. how coincidental. I’ve just woken up from a dream where I was forgetting to feed three kittens – and was still married to my ex-husband. I feel very grey indeed this morning…..

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