Madyamika is Easy (in Madagascar)
There is a battle over who will give Lucy butter.
11:20am, Saturday, June 2nd, 2007
[Fell asleep listening to night flutterings and scufflings in the central jungle of Madagascar, thinking of the Heart of Darkness and poor, delicate Kurtz. The air was soft and heavy with water.]
Julia, my sister
G, the Chinese Australian
Lucy, my niece
K, the Columbia Law Student
An attractive man
The submarine captain
A brunette women from Long Island
There is a battle over who will give Lucy butter. It’s down to the brunette woman or Julia. The brunette lives in Julia’s neighborhood but they’re not her real neighbors.
The neighborhood reminds me of Brooklyn. I don’t know where it is but the broken cobble streets and small brick row houses make me think of it.
The brunette doesn’t like Julia because she’s not upscale enough. The brunette wears elegant clothes but of the hippie, Long Island variety (long earring, jeans, flowing blouse). I feel conciliatory towards the woman, as if I can see her true nature under the façade.
In the butter battle, Lucy isn’t really a living thing. She’s like a doll or a toy with no emotions. Finally, she takes the butter.
I interrupt with great authority and demand that they stop. I say, ‘Do not EVER use Lucy as your plaything/projection/punching bag again!’
They are tractable and I feel pleased that my intervention is working. I demand that they make up. Julia walks over to the woman and reaches out her tongue. It looks like drops of water. She licks both the woman’s cheeks. I find this upsetting.
K is in love with me. I am uncomfortable when I realize this.
We are in a foreign bar that serves beer out of gasoline cans, perhaps like bars were a hundred years ago in a port like Amsterdam.
I am waiting for a man—not sure who. Another man, very attractive, sits with me and we have a drink. I am aware that he, too, is in love with me. [Aren’t I popular in this dream!]
After a time we leave the bar and then I am walking with J towards the wharf to get someone’s boat (K’s perhaps?). G tells me she is in love with K and wants to know if I think it would be a good idea to ask him out. I say, ‘Yes, he’s really a nice guy. You should!’ But I feel wretched and duplicitous because I know he is in love with me.
On the boat, K is very different; sleazy, fake; entirely the opposite of how he actually is.
I am standing with a drink at the front of the boat when a warship-like/apartment building-like submarine rises to the surface of the water. It seems to go down at least the height of a large New York City building into the depths. It’s white, steel, industrial modern. I can see the lights from windows under the water.
Then the captain of the submarine is on our boat and he says something about the next James Bond. He informs us that we are not chosen but we will be rewarded anyway because we were the three runners’ up (K, J and I). We are extremely pleased with this.
Then I am outside ‘us.’ In front of us, we/they are squeezed down from the top like toothpaste. It happens a number of times and has an almost hologram like effect as if the squeeze down is like a projection or water dripping down a glass window.
I am confused and slightly upset by this. I wake up and cannot get the dream from my head.
I write in my dream book: Madyamika is easy in Madagascar.