[Redbook7:281][19900911:1202b]{Dreams:
Of a Spring Diverted...}[11th September 1990]
(Tue)
Two dreams during the last
few days – since last Wednesday,* anyway, but on different nights**
– are interesting taken together.
In the first, I was following
a dried-up and overgrown watercourse or ditch to the flat top of a
steepish hill. At a certain point on the top I found that it was
running with water, but the wrong way: away from me. Tracing it back
again, under the overgrowth, I found that someone had damned the
ditch, which was fairly deep at this point – at least six feet, and
a few feet wide. The dam was the other side of the spring from where
I now stood, ie on the side up which I had climbed. The water seemed
perhaps to run down the face of the vertical clay dam, so close was
the dam to the spring (perhaps it was just a deeper-cut ditch, I now
wonder?). I thought briefly of breaking the dam and restoring the
flow back down the way I had come, but then suddenly looked out from
the hill the way the water was flowing.
Below
and in front of me was a green hillside, with trees etc I think, and
perhaps some white houses lower down, and the stream running and
gathering strength down the hill into a wide smooth bay of the Sea
(it might
have been a huge lake, but I could not see the other side).***
****
*ref
[[Redbook7:276][19900905:1000]{[The […] Railway] Line}[5th
September 1990]] 276
**and
not later than Saturday[8th
September]
morning.
***{cf
[1] (The Bay of Love);#
& Thomas Mann’s ‘The
Magic Mountain’ (Hans Castorp’s Dream) – ref II … (late)
[[Redbook2:252-256][19821010:1330]{The
Magic Mountain}[10th
October 1982]ff]}
****{cf VIII: [] 114?;
XIV: [] 1
#[Per
original ms of
[1];
subsequently edited out, but preserved for intended use in another
long fiction in the series]
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