One of the strangest dreams yet .... (I know I keep saying that) ..... about a dominating patriarchal figure ..... (not my real life father, though he had his moments also) ..... and my breaking away from the influence. A dream that I partially awoke from at least twice, conscious enough to breathe a temporary sigh of relief upon the realization that it was not real, but still groggy and dazed enough that I was dragged right back into the haze. I eventually realized that a real break from sleep was needed to create separation from the dream. Now that it's been a half hour, hopefully it's safe to close my eyes again.
So I'm awake and I'm furiously documenting the visions from my sleep world and what movie is on television? ...... "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf." There's a great deal of conflict in that film as well. And I suddenly hear something chillingly familiar in Elizabeth Taylor's tone. She's sounding much like an old girlfriend, not in the anger of the moment but just in the actual sound of some particular minor sarcastic and biting aspect of her voice. Something I never realized before. And more than enough to drag me back to that (apparently haunting) scene as well. At least for the few moments that I'm typing with the movie on in the background.
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