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04-27-2008, 05:16 AM
Dream: Driving into my driveway, I felt I had run over something alive, but couldn't be sure. I got out and looked under the car, and then saw a crow that had got entangled under there. It came out, shaken and hurt but not badly. I tried to urge it to go into the garage, where i would care for it and nurse it back to health. The crow had meanwhile grown considerably larger, buzzard-sized. I did get it to go into the garage, and wwe began a conversation about his recovery and rehabilitation; the crow was doubtful about the plan. By now it had transformed into a young woman with long glossy black hair, while still remaining a crow. Sure, I said, you can rest here and we'll soon have you back to your hunting again. Ugh, she said, I hate hunting.
Northrop Frye says that one of the components of what he calls romance (along with dark journeys to underworlds, brothers and sisters parted in youth, and pirates, is talking animals, and intense human/animal relations. Dreams are fiction, or the reverse, or both.
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Northrop Frye says that one of the components of what he calls romance (along with dark journeys to underworlds, brothers and sisters parted in youth, and pirates, is talking animals, and intense human/animal relations. Dreams are fiction, or the reverse, or both.
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