The Dim-Post

August 10, 2012

What the hell, maybe it will be a regular feature

Filed under: personal,poetry — danylmc @ 6:02 pm

I think this recent bout of intense dreams are my daughters fault. She wakes up very early, which means Maggie and I go to sleep shortly after finishing dinner in the evening. So I’m digesting when entering REM sleep.

Anyway, last night I dreamed about Yeats’ poem Leda and the Swan. In the dream I discovered that the poem had a hidden meaning – one which revealed a great truth about the nature of existence. But when I tried to tell people about this none of them knew anything about the poem, and when I tried to show it to them in books (anthologies etc) it wasn’t there. The poem had been erased from existence.

I remembered that Yeats had been an occultist, and understood that the poem itself was a magical spell – it concealed a great mystery but if anyone ever solved the mystery the poem would cease to exist.

Normally I have the same ‘forced to go back to high-school but my high-school was also a swimming pool’ dreams that everyone else has.

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19 Comments »

  1. Trippy mane.

    Comment by NW — August 10, 2012 @ 6:04 pm

  2. Sounds like a frustration dream. The sort a person who is awake and alert has after spending too much time with people who don’t pay attention and don’t know much…. and have no idea what you’re on about no matter how many times you explain it in short sentences with simple words.

    Eh…

    Comment by Steve Withers — August 10, 2012 @ 6:07 pm

  3. Perhaps you could try this:

    http://www.nzherald.co.nz/lifestyle/news/article.cfm?c_id=6&objectid=10826014

    And report back.

    Comment by MeToo — August 10, 2012 @ 6:38 pm

  4. Is there a poet who doesn’t think their poem contains a great truth about the nature of existence? That said, this sounds less like a dream than clear evidence of precognition to me. You need to follow that link to Leda and the Swan and memorise the motherfucker, asap. We’ve lost quite enough great mysteries already, thank you.

    Comment by Psycho Milt — August 10, 2012 @ 6:53 pm

  5. That’s deeply worrying, given that Leda and The Swan is a poem about a rape…

    Also, w.r.t. the early waking child: I recommend blackout blinds.

    Comment by Deborah — August 10, 2012 @ 7:03 pm

  6. That’s deeply worrying, given that Leda and The Swan is a poem about a rape…

    Reading it on the bus today, I admit I have no idea what Yeats is trying to say in that poem. According to the internet it’s something to do with the violence of the birth of the Irish state. I think it’s more to do with art and identity and history, somehow, but that’s all I got.

    Comment by danylmc — August 10, 2012 @ 7:14 pm

  7. Leda and The Swan is not definitively a poem about rape unless that’s your political bag to you know paint that angle.

    Comment by Tim — August 10, 2012 @ 7:45 pm

  8. Danyl – seriously weird…

    Comment by Malik — August 10, 2012 @ 7:51 pm

  9. My high school was a swimming pool. Didn’t do m any harm. Bit of trenchfoot but that builds character. Kids of today, etc

    Comment by Deano — August 10, 2012 @ 8:21 pm

  10. Take me to your Leda.

    Comment by herr doktor bimler — August 10, 2012 @ 11:48 pm

  11. “Normally I have the same ‘forced to go back to high-school but my high-school was also a swimming pool’ dreams that everyone else has.”

    Wait – that’s a normal dream? I thought everyone dreamed about giant spiders bursting from a cave and devouring your children before your eyes whilst your feet are stuck in mud so you cannot run to help them, and then the spiders turn on you and just as their hairy limbs clutch you and their fangs enter your flesh you wake screaming and covered in sweat and your wife is asking you what is wrong but you can’t speak because the terror is still so real and so you lie in bed awake for the rest of the night … .

    That’s healthy, right?

    Comment by Andrew Geddis — August 11, 2012 @ 3:42 am

  12. If its a Yeats poem it would also be about Maud Gonne. From what I recall from 18.222 at Auckland Uni in the late 80s, almost every Yeats poem had something about Maud Gonne. If you take Gonne = gun then you’re back in the symbolism of the earlier dream.

    I think a lot of blokes go through this kind of thing when their first kid is born, particularly if you’ve come to parenthood late in life. I had a lot of vivid dreams as well, though mine were almost trite they were so easy to interpret. Stuck in a fast moving van I used to drive but now someone had taken over the wheel; protecting cot from wolves; meeting deceased grandparents; that sort of thing.

    Comment by Rob Hosking — August 11, 2012 @ 12:02 pm

  13. …The only high school dream I recall was a very vivid one about the Elton John song ‘Honky Cat’. The lads were all singing along to it, timing it with armpit farts. ‘You better get back (thhbbtt!!) Honky Cat…’

    Comment by Rob Hosking — August 11, 2012 @ 12:37 pm

  14. Dreams with water are said to be about sex. Or at least erotic.
    ‘forced to go back to high-school but my high-school was also a swimming pool’
    I thought the “normal” dreams are, going back to high school/uni/student restaurant job/hospital residency and turning up not knowing what classes you are taking/when your lectures are/what your alloted shifts are, with mild panic ensuing.

    Comment by Clunking Fist — August 11, 2012 @ 12:57 pm

  15. “so I’m digesting while entering REM sleep”

    Gee, that sounds scientific.

    Comment by SHG — August 11, 2012 @ 7:30 pm

  16. It’s all the imported French cheese that you green liberals guzzle with your Central Otago Pinot Noir, bourgeois pigs.

    Comment by Tim — August 12, 2012 @ 10:10 am

  17. Tim, your comment could have been rated as “witty” if you’d just placed the fullstop at “Noir” and gone no further.
    And if you’d not had history.

    Comment by Clunking Fist — August 12, 2012 @ 1:53 pm

  18. W.

    Comment by Tim — August 12, 2012 @ 8:07 pm

  19. Poem = Subjugation of women by men. Obviously the whole same sex marriage issue is getting on your tits. Just sayin.

    Comment by Monique Angel — August 13, 2012 @ 4:34 pm


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