Monday, January 5, 2009

The Eye of the Needle

I don’t remember a lot of from my dream last night, although the parts I do remember are quite disturbing. There was the whole bit about my feet being pushed into an oversized grater, but I think I’ve blocked most of that out. Toe zest, anyone?

The image I’ve carried with me all day is that of my body being used like a needle. I am holding my arms up above my head and clasping my hands together, so that my arms form an “o”. A thick piece of thread is being slid through them, like through the eye of a needle. I can see the large hands working around me, looping and tying the thread into a knot. I am silent and still.