What of the mountains?

I don’t know if I said it because of the dream or if I dreamt it because I was bound to say it later, but I said it and only after did I realize that it didn’t matter if the dream preceded the belief or the belief the dream.

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What matters more than the man in the dream — a composite of men I have loved — is the woman who jumped so high as to be seen from the carved out window of the plane I was flying in.

She is not me. She was too tall to be me. And yet her hair …

What am I supposed to glean from her loose and long dirty blond hair, from the bohemian dress that floated up above her knees like a parachute each time she leapt from the valley as if the earth below was her trampoline? And what about the mountains, which were not the mountains of Denver, Colorado or the Golan Heights, mountains I have seen directly, both from above and below, but were, I am certain, the mountains of a European country, Spain or Portugal, a country in which there are less Jews than in the countries I am familiar with, countries I might even dare to call my homes?

What matters more than the man in the dream — who brought me to near tears with his collection of short stories recognizable as anecdotes from his childhood — is the woman who was sitting in the row ahead of me on the plane. She, too, saw the leaper, but she was not fazed. “I’ve seen her before,” the woman ahead of me noted. “We’re friends.”

She is not me, either. She was not Jewish enough. And she was also tall, even when seated.

Perhaps, what matters more is the man in the dream — perhaps, he is me.

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Perhaps, I believed it and dreamed it both. Neither one before the other. Neither one bound to be first.

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3 thoughts on “What of the mountains?

  1. Ooh, what a dreamy piece, Jen! I mean, of course it’s about a dream but also the way you’ve written it. As I read it, I felt as though you had admitted me into your mind’s pictures. And you know, there is a theory that every person in a dream represents a different part of yourself. Perhaps they are all you?

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  2. Yes, this is exactly what I was going for (and exploring, at the same time). As you know, I am also currently researching surrealism and trying to express dream experiences in words/poetry. This was intended for the reader to be both “in-the-dream” and outside the dream.

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