Two days ago the fog hung low around the Statue of Liberty; I was watching her as our boat pulled away from the island. She was an indistinct form, a woman who might have been living, breathing--the veil tricked the eye into sensing more than copper.
And then I remembered.
I had a dream when I was in grade school--in fact it must have been before I reached fifth grade. In this dream I was on a small boat, with fog everywhere, and the Statue of Liberty was looming out of the fog. Nothing happened in the dream, there was no plotline, no words, I can barely even remember its images--was the statue broken, lying in pieces in the harbor? Who was there with me in the boat--but it had a feel. Foreboding. An eerie feeling...not a panic but a chill.
Was the statue broken? Two days ago I was in the boat, the small boat, and the fog wrapped so tight around the lady she was cut from sight above the waist. Why was the mood of the dream so eerie? Perhaps was it precognition, and then, what is cause and effect? It was eerie to look at this statue and remember that this was how I dreamt it would be some day. And in the dream did I have foreknowledge of how eerie it would feel to remember the dream...?
Hey, if you were in the city you could have dropped me a line and we could have had lunch or something if you had the time! Maybe next time... :)
Posted by: Elizabeth at November 1, 2004 06:03 PMI'm still to visit the Statue of Liberty (hope to do this someday) but I know exactly what kind of dream you're talking about, Angela, and how they can feel eerie sometimes...
Posted by: Lucilla at November 1, 2004 08:03 PMangela, great image --- it's been a while drop me a note!
kevin
the least you could have done was call or something!! goodness!! when i was in town i at least called and visited you!!
Posted by: beth at November 1, 2004 10:02 PMAt first I imagined the fog around her feet, but it is much more erie that she was cut in half from the waist up.
You probably cannot remember all the details you called upon because you were too young to understand them. Were you even old enough to talk, or delve into complex thought?
Could it have been more of a preminition than a dream?
Could you have seen a glimpse of your own future?
Could it be a memory from a previous life?
Ever wonder?
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Only you would dream about how eerie it would be to remember the dream.
Posted by: Pollux at November 1, 2004 10:37 PM