Jan 05, 2010 00:06
Have about 3700 words on the Doyle/McCourt paper. A few hundred more to churn out tonight. Go me!! I might actually become a literary critic at this stage. Need to start thinking seriously about my PhD proposal. I know roughly what I wanna do but I need to discuss it with teachers so that it becomes flesh. Maybe I shall head off to Australia.
Had a dream yesterday afternoon that I met the devil in the form of a young man and boy, was he scary. Some weird things happened and I had to fight back; I saw myself praying desperately for God's help and then, I discovered that the devil had done something to do the boy. Like, he was holding the boy hostage/prisoner in a place where I couldn't see or reach him. So then I had to gather my courage and embark on this journey to find and rescue him, like a damsel rushing to a knight in distress. My friend Natasha felt that it was a symbolic dream. And now that I think about it, certain aspects of it do resonate in real life. The boy is cheerful and friendly enough, doing everyday things, but sometimes I reckon that he's doing his own thing, lost in his own world, which is a place where I can't reach him fully. I suppose in a sense, the dream means I should try to get through to him. in a manner of speaking, my kiss could wake him up :).
I could actually turn this nightmare into a dark fairy tale.
son of my right hand,
school,
dreams