Nov 18, 2001
Dream (vi)
I dreamt last night I had a chunk of glass in my ear canal, such as you might get from a safe-breaking windscreen – small, square-ish, relatively smooth edges, and firmly embedded in my ear.
I was talking to Paul, poking about in my right ear with my finger, trying to concentrate on what he was saying, and then suddenly I caught the edge of the chunk, and managed to extract it with my fingernail. The feeling of it plopping out of the cave of my ear and into my palm was immensely realistic and satisfying.
Suddenly, everything became much more comfortable – I could hear again, clearly, and it felt great. I fingered the glass chunk on my palm and cut my fingertips.
I only remembered the dream this afternoon in Waitrose, when I got an itchy ear in the household products aisle, and put my fingertip in the right canal. The dream came rushing back, and I half-expected to feel smooth-edged glass against my fingernail.
Interpretations? Significant, you reckon? Or perhaps too much rich food before bedtime?
