ME AGAIN

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Two nightmares last night, Anna - I wonder if it was that extra fish-finger?

Anyway, I awoke full of angst - and wind.

Do dreams just happen in our head? Random images, snatches of dialogue woven into bizarre, meaningless tales - (monkeys and typewriters?).

Or do they connect us with a larger reality? Jung's collective unconscious ?
In dreams there is no distinction made between the 'living' and the 'dead'. But if it is all just memories and stuff - data in our vast labyrinthine computer - why do we produce such malign, violent, scary stories when we are asleep?

Are they supposed to mean something? I think the answer to that (like to most things) is sometimes.

In fact, Anna, when you ask cannot I write another book... I have this idea for a self-help book, although in this case it will be a Help Yourself book. It is based on the premise that much of our unhappiness stems from our desire for certainty: that things should stay the same; that they should last forever. This mistaken concept is ingrained in our culture - our popular songs. For example: I'll be loving you, always. I would change that to: I'll be loving you - sometimes.

I like Felicity Kendal's attitude... "I want to disrupt routine... While others find the unknown threatening, for me it is a place of security; I find change essential."

Anyway, let's press on.


That was a lovely image you conjured up, Anna: the two of us wrapped tightly around each other, like twins in the womb.

Now, I don't want to appear pedantic but that was actually a simile and not a metaphor, because you used the word 'like'. I just thought I would tell you because I know you are always anxious to improve your English.

Hope your studying is going well.

Your George

Oh, and I think we should eschew the canal boat thing - I shall think of something else