Lolita as a metaphor for the ocean in The Plastic Age
Amazing what you shared about RRT. I'm v interested. Curious, why did you go to this practicioner and not the head honcho, Jon Conelly? Would be great to hear more about your experience!!
And loved your dream, which seemed entirely plausible. The crazy thing is that I had a dream about Phillip Seymour Hoffman last night. He was the beleaguered leader of a circus troupe. A few members were slacking off in an old clubby room full of dark wood tables and Winsor chairs and he entered to let them know he had a dinner reservation and it was time to go. In my dream, I was touched that they all ate and socialized together. I wanted to go too!
It think it has to do with gathering my creative mojo. Perhaps Hoffman is roaming the planet in his current disembodied state, offering inspiration to edge-walking artists like himself...
I'm definitely interested in hearing more about RRT, and I hope the effects are lasting for you. As for dreams, I would love to have a cinematic dream! Mine are mostly too weird to make any sense of, though I do love the bits where my dear departed old dogs come back to me and I can hug them again.
Literary critics are boring 😒