A Dream for Freud
Her pale, hairy legs flash in the setting sun.
I dream* a Leos Carax film frame by frame.
A plain woman with a wide nose singing like Grace Slick; whizzing on a motorcycle along the Voie Georges Pompidou by the Seine.
My father–my lover–is played by her, as a man.
My sister–who is the lover of Leos Carax–is played by Juliet Binoche–who was the lover of Leos Carax–in a green leather mini with pink trim. Her pale, hairy legs flash in the setting sun.
This may be the last scene of the film…
My actual sister is very young in the dream.
I think “I will have to move to Minneapolis” (where I once lived) “if I leave my mother” (who lives in Minneapolis).
Also, my mother is really my husband.
I wake up excited to tell Freud. This is exactly the sort of dream he likes.
*this dream did not happen; the writing of it perverted it all out of actual memory into something else—things do have a mind of their own.