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THE DREAM JOURNAL
OF L. CARUANA


THE SIBYL
Munich, dream of the night of April 30, 1994
Walpurgisnacht


       My girlfriend and I are going to a kind of convent or sacred place to meet a nun - or rather, a priestess or sibyl. This woman is young, The same age as my girlfriend, and there is something akin between the two, though they are also different. The difference becomes clear to me when they begin to speak to one another.
      The sibyl begins by asking my girlfriend typical questions like 'where are you from?' When my girlfriend answers, she gets confused explaining her complicated past of moving from place to place. Then my girlfriend asks the same question. I can see by the way she answers that the sibyl is much more centred - that her inner life-forces are flowing smoothly and freely - in confluence - while my girlfriend's are more confused and disrupt each other.
      I think to myself: that is how psycho-analysis actually works - one person who is more centred comes into contact with another who is not, and simply
shows them, by the way they answer questions, that there is a way to one's centre (from whence all feelings may flow freely and undisturbed).
      Then a man appears. The sibyl's father, who is immensely rich, has arranged her marriage, and found a man to be her suiter. This man is strangely very beautiful - tall, dark, with long curling hair and almost feminine features. I think that the sibyl is devoted to her craft, and so her father's wishes will be in vain. This seems to be the expression on her face as well: doubt and playful irony.
      A day passes, and my girlfriend and I are going for a walk beside the river, when we meet the sibyl and her lover. I now recognize the sibyl as Laurie Hall ( a girl I knew twenty years ago in grade school, except now she is older). I embrace her like an old friend, and we go off to talk.
      I ask her what has happened. she tells me that she is in love. And indeed, I can see all the signs on her face of someone who has fallen deeply in love. She tells me that the man was nothing like what she expected, but is wonderful nonetheless. And, even though they've only known each other for a day, he has proposed and she has accepted.
      I am wondering to myself if this wise woman has suddenly become drunk on love, or if she has become even wiser through the love glowing in her.

      I wake up.

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