Many dreams last night, here are a few, the first two key with respect to women:
1st. L2. As one of us was going away, we decided to sleep together for one last night, we did this compatibly, no rancor, no communication failure, just pure sweet tender gracious love, exactly the sort we had on our last night sleeping together before my trip. Does this suggest there might be hopes for reconciliation? Doubtful. I wouldn’t even mention this dream or a possible interpretation to her now in our state—divorced, pained, quitting.
2nd. L1. We were in our divergent mode, as we are now actually, and something big was happening in her life that I’d neglected. She gently chided me, saying something to the effect of, have you forgotten me completely? I need your love now more than ever. Why don’t you come to me? She was soft and withdrawn, gentle and appealing. Her voice came to me as if over a muffled phone line. I could barely hear it.
3rd. Nothing to do with women, this one about checkpoints and airport security, I’m afraid I can’t recall the details.
All possibly inspired by the play Rick and I watched last night at the Al-Kasaba Theater in Ramallah about love and jealousy—Federico Garcia Lorca’s Blood Wedding. Perfect for me, and for the audience which gave the adult cast of about 15 very talent people a standing ovation. Altho the play was in Arabic, and had a few mostly talking scenes, much was dance and a form of pantomime so Rick and I could follow the main plot: love and jealousy. The beautiful young woman married the wrong man, for whatever reasons, and loves another. The two men fight with knives, killing each other simultaneously, and she then is left with no one. Could be melodramatic, but as presented it wasn’t. Altho jealousy is not exactly my prime emotion at the moment—thank god—I’ve been thru it and know its pain. Love of course is very much with me, so the play resonated on this level. The play also may have been chosen for its commentary on Palestinian society, moral codes that can be self-destructive.
Adding zip to the evening was the presence of kids from Jenin, brought by the Freedom Theater that Arna, featured in the movie by her son, Arna’s Children, founded. He was present. Some of the kids were blocked at a checkpoint, several boys were arrested, we waited 1 hour for their arrival, and applauded as they entered the theater. I hope to visit Jenin, work there, maybe meet the theater people.