“Sometimes, too, just as Eve was created from a rib of Adam, so a woman would come into existence while I was sleeping, conceived from some strain in the position of my limbs. Formed by the appetite that I was on the point of gratifying, she it was, I imagined, who offered me that gratification. My body, conscious that its own warmth was permeating hers, would strive to become one with her, and I would awake. The rest of humanity seemed very remote in comparison with this woman whose company I had left but a moment ago: my cheek was still warm with her kiss, my body bent beneath the weight of hers. If, as would sometimes happen, she had the appearance of some woman whom I had known in waking hours, I would abandon myself altogether to the sole quest of her, like people who set out on a journey to see with their own eyes some city that they have always longed to visit, and imagine that they can taste in reality what has charmed their fancy. And then, gradually, the memory of her would dissolve and vanish, until I had forgotten the maiden of my dream.”
Marcel Proust, “Swann’s Way,” translated from the French by C.K. Scott Moncrieff
Karl Briullov, “A Dream of a Girl Before Sunrise”
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A beautiful painting and interesting to read about the Dream by Swann 🙂 Thank you for sharing.. Have a beautiful weekend Monika.. Hugs Sue xox
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Thank you for leaving a sweet note, Sue.
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The words, the images — breathtaking, Monika. A warm, lingering share.
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I appreciate this – thank you!
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Truly lovely and with the picture even more so!
In the alchemy class this past week, Robert Bosnak reminded us that the common feature of dreams is that everyone experiences them as real. As with the Proust quote above, I am inspired and relieved to hear him say something so simple and yet true.
xxx
Debra
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The truth is simple if it is preceded by a certain degree of complex, implicit understanding, which you have in abundance, Debra. Thank you. I still hope one day I will read all the parts of In Search of Lost Time…
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Dear Monika,
What a glorious excerpt and painting. I am often in awe of your talent for juxtaposition – your posts invite instant passage to a realm of such beauty and intensity. My first ever “big” dream brought forth a Native American male figure of such strength and vulnerability, so incredibly numinous, he still haunts and excites me even just typing this. Thank you for bringing him into my mind so I may honor him once again.
Love and Gratitude,
Amanda
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What an extraordinary dream figure!
Thank you so much for your compliments.
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Aha, the tantalising yet elusive nature of the dream state . . .
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Yes, indeed. Tantalizing is a perfect word for it.
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You prefer zzz’s . . .
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Everything on Monika’s blog is deep and beautiful~
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