Excuse me for coming late to the show. (Pun intended). This is a very dream-like story, ripe for interpretation. Here’s a few impressions. The core of this story seems to be about caring for your mother. You wander off on a quest for a better viewpoint and spend the rest of the dream trying to get back. When you get back you learn she has danced away. Seems like you are somehow letting go, setting her free.
Your quest for a seat in the theater seems like a parallel to your writing experience. You want to be front and center, you want to be heard, but all the seats are taken. You decide to take a more aloof, detached approach and head off for the clerestory window. You find this approach fraught with complexity. It’s dirty, you can’t hear the performance and other people are getting in your way. Back to square one but first let’s take a bus load of our readers on a wild-goose chase down a city boulevard with no left turns. You should move to LA if you want to do that. We’re famous for our left turns.
You’re welcome for the analysis. Check is in the mail.
This reminds me of dreams I have had in which I keep getting distracted and can't make it to a big event. Your protagonist doesn't seem to mind missing the show, in fact chooses to leave the event and willfully engage in trivial behaviors, distracted by this and that but seeming to enjoy every moment. It's all a big show to him.
Excuse me for coming late to the show. (Pun intended). This is a very dream-like story, ripe for interpretation. Here’s a few impressions. The core of this story seems to be about caring for your mother. You wander off on a quest for a better viewpoint and spend the rest of the dream trying to get back. When you get back you learn she has danced away. Seems like you are somehow letting go, setting her free.
Your quest for a seat in the theater seems like a parallel to your writing experience. You want to be front and center, you want to be heard, but all the seats are taken. You decide to take a more aloof, detached approach and head off for the clerestory window. You find this approach fraught with complexity. It’s dirty, you can’t hear the performance and other people are getting in your way. Back to square one but first let’s take a bus load of our readers on a wild-goose chase down a city boulevard with no left turns. You should move to LA if you want to do that. We’re famous for our left turns.
You’re welcome for the analysis. Check is in the mail.
Sincerely, Sigmund
This reminds me of dreams I have had in which I keep getting distracted and can't make it to a big event. Your protagonist doesn't seem to mind missing the show, in fact chooses to leave the event and willfully engage in trivial behaviors, distracted by this and that but seeming to enjoy every moment. It's all a big show to him.