The significance of things and events

“What else did you see in your dream?”
“A violin. Nicely flung, not one of those ugly duck-chested ones.”
The patient crossed his feet on the couch.
“Let me repeat: You saw an angel in a nearly sheer white dress on a shore, with foamy waves rolling in that were the same shade of white as the dress, plus a violin.”
“The angel was quite sexy, with an extremely shapely set of buttocks.”
“But there was something insect-like about the angel’s wings, you said. Correct?”
“Yes. And now that I think about it, the bow of the violin looked like a butterfly.”
“Hmm. Can’t quite picture that.”
“So tell me, doc: what’s the significance of this dream?”
“You also said it looked like a storm was brewing, and that you were afraid the angel was going to get sucked into the storm.”
“But also that the angel’s stance was actually quite solid, as if she were perfectly prepared to face the weather.”
The doctor sucked on his cold, extinguished pipe.
“Was there any sound that you can recall? Music being played on the violin?”
“Oh yes, the butterfly bow was playing a thin butterfly song. Sounded Vietnamese, if you know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t quite know what you mean.”
“Oh you know, that kind of tinny oriental music.”
“Tell me, doc: what does this dream mean?”
“The symbols I see in your dream according to Jungo-Freudo-Jandlian theory are: enigma (that is the angel), mystery (that is the violin), the future (the storm) and the past (the land). – In other words: you are twice riddled, your future is uncertain and the past is behind you.”
“Doc, this sounds more like Tarot than serious oniroanalysis.”
“If you insist, I will also be happy to read the cards for you.”
“But what about the butterfly component?”
“Perhaps you’ve killed a butterfly or moth lately. Or seen the opera Madame Butterfly.”
“I won’t let you get away so easily, doc! Remember, this is costing me 90 bucks an hour.”
The doctor sighed.
“What do you want? Practical advice based on your dreams? And even if the angel means you’ve got a problem with your own repressed sexuality, I’m not going to tell to you leave your wife, get liberated and start fiddling around with other women, butterflies, storms or oceans. The significance of things and events in reality is in general grossly overrated. Even more so in dreams. What we’ve got here is a scene with contradictory or even random elements. In essence, this is all about you since it was your dream. You’re attracted, fascinated, afraid but also repulsed. So what? Everyone else is as well.”
“Doctor, are you trying to get rid of me?”
“I’m trying to tell you that you are wasting my time and your 90 bucks an hour. And now please get off my couch, Salvador Dalí.”

– James Steerforth (© 2011)

Written upon inspiration by the following painting (week 22 prompt at Writer’s Island):

Painting by M. Maier.


About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
This entry was posted in Art, Bland observations, Creative writing, Enigma, Flash fiction, Fun, Life, Literature, Nonsense, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing. Bookmark the permalink.

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