Wet Dreams / June 29 2007
I keep dreaming about water.
I have absolutely no idea what it means.
Last night, I was trying to swim the English Channel. It wasn’t a nightmare exactly, but my dream was full of anxiety and sinister threat. Nelson was there with me. I was struggling and thrashing around desperately. He, on the other hand, was moving calmly and smoothly through the water like a dolphin.
Typically for him, he was equipped with all the latest hi-tech gadgets and gauges such as a full rubber body-suit, tinted titanium goggles, various professional regulators lit by brightly coloured LEDs, shiny cylinders, belts and GPS devices, a sleek, black, James Bond-like motorised backpack, and most impressive of all: a golden snorkel. He looked so dynamic and proficient, that had it all been real, the perfect and beautiful image that he created as he moved through the briny waves would have brought unspeakable pain to an average man’s eyes.
I, meanwhile, was equipped with nothing more than a pair of child-sized, orange flippers.
I wasn’t even wearing any briefs to help protect my modesty from any poisonous aquatic life-forms that may have been swimming by, enjoying the spectacle. Apart from my ridiculous footwear, I was completely naked and open to the elements.
And whilst I was completely alone, Nelson was surrounded by an entourage of obsequious helpers and servants who were constantly shouting instructions and words of encouragement at him. They were relentlessly checking his movements against little waterproof charts and dials that they were holding, frequently praising his heroic efforts and repeatedly paying tribute to his marvellous progress.
I cannot clearly remember any further details of the dream, apart from how generally upset I was and apart from how difficult and complicated the whole enterprise was for me. And the enormous watery challenge that I had seemed to have set myself was made even trickier by the fact that Nelson was annoying me intensely by constantly nagging at me and by continuously asking me to explain to him the plot of The Matrix.
Weird.
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Jo Beaufoix / June 29th, 2007 at 7:49 pm
Maybe Nelson actually is a dolphin, and while subconsciously you know this, you are not yet ready to admit it, as dolphins in lipstick are a bit scary.
Or maybe not.
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