Dream---circa. 10-26-08
The Mouth is a prison
A "New Age" amphitheater--first, then a more private setting "Stop fidgeting" he said (the therapist), then he was "reading me" by telling me all about how I viewed sex--his view of how I viewed sex...
Before that, in front of an audience (of which I was a part) "HE" showed me a box of long phallus-like tools(?) knives(?), props(?).
"This one" he said as he pulled a particularly long pointed instrument out. It looked like a sword. "THIS is the one you prefer" he said.
"I feel all this violence coming out of you--I feel you want to say "Cunt", he said. Some of the audience members were watching, some were milling around. Many were not so concerned with what was going on onstage because the "therapist" was not working on them directly.
The therapist/healer was a stout dark-haired man, extremely intelligent and somewhat bombastic. "I am your protector" he said to me.
"It was the incest" I said standing up in front of all. A feeling of melting...my pain and neurosis all melting away. There was a hum in the audience from above and from the rows far back in the auditorium. Then a great quiet...after the dream I stared out at the Vermont misty morning...
To be continued...
