Dream Dream Resolution (Friday Flash 55)
Dream Dream Resolution
Nights on end, he ran beside a horse around a walled
city–Carcassonne–until, through therapy, he willed himself
to mount the horse,
alighting not on its back
but in its nostril, where whorl-curled,
he rode readily
through dark gates.
He never dreamed that scene again,
though often spoke of it
with great longing.
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I’m back! (Sort of.) And it feels good! Just getting through a terribly busy time but could not resist either the call of Brian Miller (Happy Birthday Brian!) of dVerse Poets Pub or the the inimitable G-Man, each of whom asks us to tell a story in 55 words. (Let them know I’ve tried.)
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ManicDDaily 
August 22, 2013 at 11:01 pm
K – welcome back – that’s some longing dream! ~ M
August 22, 2013 at 11:10 pm
woot!! great seeing you k. – and i love that you chose Carcassonne.. been there in france and there’s a board game with that name that we play sometimes…the dark city walls..and riding into the city in the horse’s nostrils… curled up.. i like the protection here
August 22, 2013 at 11:22 pm
Welcome back and what a way to do it. I love this.
August 22, 2013 at 11:22 pm
Great sketch too, by the way.
August 22, 2013 at 11:46 pm
Always inventive work K. Great seeing you here. Yep, we’re toasting Brian today.
Loved this!
August 23, 2013 at 5:17 am
love the whorl curled…and intrigued as well that he rode the nostril….and that he oft talked of it with longing….i am glad he found the strength….
August 23, 2013 at 6:29 am
Riding in the nostril of a horse would be a wild ride indeed. Hope that the horse does not sneeze. Smiles!
August 23, 2013 at 6:32 am
That’s definitely the kind of dream that will stay with you a while! Nicely written, glad things slowed down enough to let you return for a spell.
August 23, 2013 at 9:21 am
Nose riding usually means you get a free, but short, flight! Well done! I love it.
August 23, 2013 at 9:46 am
Shanyns – I was so sorry I missed your prompt. I scribbled something down but could not get it posted. A difficult time. I really enjoyed reading your prompt though. Thanks. k.
On Fri, Aug 23, 2013 at 10:21 AM, ManicDDaily
August 23, 2013 at 9:22 am
This has that wonderful dream logic where improbable/impossible answers make perfect sense, and the narrative reads a bit like a fable, rich in symbols. So good to see you back, k. One of the few recurrent dreams I’ve ever had was very much like this, minus the walled city, but I never ended up curled in a nostril–it reminds me for some reason of Alice in Wonderland.
August 23, 2013 at 10:00 am
It was actually a true story of a dear departed friend of mine and the therapist was Carl Jung! I was a bit tired to make a coherent process note and I couldn’t fit that into 55 words, but my friend, who was French, and died at a great age, had happened to move in psychoanalytic circles in the first half of the twentieth century and had psychoanalysis sessions with Jung. Jung asked him why he didn’t try to ride the horse the next time he had the dream and when he jumped up onto it, he ended up in the nostril. I think he was a bit sad when the dream went away though. k.
August 23, 2013 at 6:29 pm
That is fascinating…now I’m going to be wondering what it means all night–how cool to have hobnobbed with Jung and actually told him your dreams…well, maybe. You never know with geniuses.
August 23, 2013 at 8:35 pm
Well, it was this dear friend who died in 2000. Rene-Jean Teillard. He was an extraordinary person. I think the dream had a fair amount to do with sex and also returning to the womb. That was the sense I always got in a wink wink nudge nudge type of way. If you are interested, here’s a blog post I wrote about Rene for some reason a while ago. https://manicddaily.wordpress.com/2009/12/28/ink-pot-pill-box-hat-beginning-of-decadeend-of-era/ I believe one of his wives was an early psychoanalyst, which is why he met Jung. (I don’t think he had so many wives – I think this was his second and probably final wife.) k.
August 23, 2013 at 10:41 am
Better the nostril than the other end…:P
Welcome back Karin, I’ve missed your Whimsical Muse
Love your artwork
Loved your awesome 55
Thanks for playing, please don’t be such a stranger, and have a
Kick Ass Week-End
August 23, 2013 at 12:05 pm
Ha!
August 23, 2013 at 12:58 pm
So glad you have you back, Karin. Such a convince scene until the (well-described) nostril. Hope things are more gentle for you for a while. It’s been crazy for me, too. My week “off” was a busy one.
August 23, 2013 at 3:43 pm
Karin… this was a wonderful tale.. and your drawing tops it of perfectly.
August 23, 2013 at 8:34 pm
Dreams are the perfect place for what is improbable to become real, Sometimes we ride on horses, sometimes we walk alone, sometimes the dreams that we dream are just dreams of our own. Great to see you back, R
August 26, 2013 at 4:01 pm
… well, they are soft and it is better than the other end, as G-Man points out 🙂