the world i inhabit in my dreams

i dreamed a dream that took place in the most fantastic series of rooms. it was a university, but it was also a labyrinth of themed rooms, packed with details...carved figureheads, like those on the bow of a ship, books, rich fabrics...one room medieval, the next old west, musty libraries and heavy velvet drapes, winding, narrow passages and small, crooked stairways. it was like stepping into a borges story. absolutely fascinating. i felt sad to wake up and a strong and wistful longing to return remains with me on this grey autumn morning.

it's quite amazing to realize that this place that i long for actually exists within my own mind. it is mine and mine alone. and although it was peopled with all sorts of characters, they are also of my own imagining. created by me, to process my thoughts. it's almost overwhelmingly powerful when you think about it. some part of me hopes that i am actually living a parallel life over there. and i definitely hope that this new location will be a recurring one. i want nothing more than to go back there.

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speaking of dreamlike worlds, check out these amazing combined photographs.

they're by a dutch historian named jo hedwig teeuwisse.

if you can't get enough, there are more here.

fragments of dreams

door to another world

i worry sometimes about the world i inhabit in my dreams. about the ways it overlaps with my waking world. and the ways it doesn't. the odd cast of characters that show up over there. some who are thankfully no longer in my waking world and i wonder why they're suddenly in my dream world.  fragments of conversation from this side bleed over onto that side. it's like some kind of weird convergence where master chef meets the ghosts of boyfriends past in downton abbey. it's exhausting at times. i should probably watch less t.v. and stay off facebook.

a rather disjointed "review" of murakami's 1Q84

to my dismay, i have finished murakami's latest huge novel (in 3 books) - 1Q84. as always, i was completely transported into a parallel world.  murakami does that to me - it's like he reaches into my head, snatches my strangest dreams, moves them to tokyo and writes them. this book didn't really have new themes for him if you've read his other work...memory, time, people who are split or separated from some form of themselves, lonely thirty-something writers, young strange boyishly thin girls...but it was marvelous nonetheless.

in a way, the story itself is a reworking of the storyline of hardboiled wonderland and the end of the world, but wherein he explores an opposite ending...letting the characters return to the "real" world, rather than choosing to stay where they are split from their shadows, tho' here their split selves are called dohta and maza.

i found this book to be richer with literary allusions to world literature than i've noticed in his other works...from george orwell to chekhov (he never did use that gun tho', so he went against chekhov's rule that if you introduce a gun in the first act, it had better be used by the third, tho' aomame actually said that out loud several times, so it was done intentionally). so tho' hardboiled wonderland still remains one of my favorites among his work, 1Q84 adds somehow another dimension that i don't remember from his previous works (i'm not saying it's not there, just that i don't remember it - that's the kind of reader i am).

music plays a central role, as in his other works, and i want to seek out the janacek sinfonietta.

the way in which murakami twists time and memory and splits personalities and makes you strangely fall in love with strange and twisted characters is something no one can do like him (except maybe bulgakov).

book 3 carries the time shifts to new levels---i expected continuity in time with the shifts between aomame, tengo and ushikawa, but instead time jumped back---i think it took me 'til nearly the end to stop being jarred by this. it was a VERY effective device.

i swear along the way while i read this that i could actually SEE two moons in the sky. his capacity to pull you into his fictional universe is that strong. i always begin to question reality on every level when i read him. and it takes me a number of weeks to surface again fully in what is ostensibly my real world when i'm finished.

murakami has the most marvelous way of describing things...."he spent day after day feeling uneasy and muddled, like someone who has mistakenly swallowed a thick swatch of cloud." or "a long silence descended. long enough to walk to the end of a long, narrow room, look something up in a dictionary, and walk back." descriptions that make you immediately say, "YES, i know precisely what he means," even tho' you never thought of it that way before.

i suppose it will be a long wait 'til his next, but i'm certain it will be worth it.

oh, and it's essential to read all three books in one go....if you reach the end of 1&2 and stop, you will be dissatisfied, because it doesn't really end there. you must read book 3 as well, preferably immediately. personally, i think they should be together in one volume, rather than divided, but that would be my only complaint about the book.

if you haven't read other murakami, i wouldn't start with this one (start with kafka on the shore), but if you've read him, this is absolutely a must-read.

eddies in the space-time continuum

it's been one of those weird days. i initially woke up rather early but then, since it's saturday, went back to sleep. but it was that weird kind of sleep where you have very vivid dreams and awake from them feeling exhausted. i dreamed that i was in a plane and we were landing in way too narrow a space between some really tall buildings and it sheared the wing right off. and then i dreamed something about a cat. and then there was this strange man in a long black waistcoat and a tall back hat, but i don't really remember what he wanted.

and so i got up and made tea to make it all stop.

it felt like it took awhile to come back in touch with this reality. i always have the feeling that i'm living a totally other life over there in my dreams. i even have recurring locations where many things take place (but that's the stuff of another posting).

anyway, i went through my day in this strange, murakamiesque state, slightly out of synch with reality. i spent a lot of time looking for various things...like plastic trash bags and a paintbrush. i kept thinking i saw them, but when i reached the place where i thought i saw them, they weren't there...which i why i think that there have been eddies in the space-time continuum today.

some days are just like that.