Wednesday, March 07, 2007

I spent the night in Paris

It was only a dream, but I had such a fine night in Paris! I was so happy to be there, even for such a short time. It was winter, but I knew we were in a hotel that has thousands of tulips in the spring. The Eiffel Tower was brightly lit and showed up so well in the leafless landscape.

Then we took the Chunnel to England. Why? Because I realized I was so close to London and why should I waste any more time in Paris when I could be in London? The Chunnel was scary. I kept thinking of all that water atop me and wondering how such a tunnel could possibly hold up? In my dream, the Chunnel was a direct link from Paris to London.

London was similar to the Mary Poppins version, not very true to life, but wonderful nonetheless. It felt so good to be there. I saw the Tower Bridge and some old library. All the while, I knew I would only be there for an evening, so I was trying to savor every little bit.

Strangely, I can't help but feel that this dream was somehow related to the trial. I can't put my finger on it, so I'll just enjoy it for what it was. A tiny, lovely, far-too-short trip to Europe.

6 Comments:

Blogger Canoes under my shoes said...

Sure...b/c you got that trip to England last year for your 40th b-day. And yes, why would anyone want to stay in Paris when London is so close???

1:36 PM  
Blogger Kira said...

Well, um, me? I'd like to stay in Paris for most of the time? Ok, so I'm biased for obvious reasons. Although actually, the next time we go over to France, Alex wants to take us to Hastings because that's where his English grandparents lived and where he was born. He spent summers there growing up, and he has fond memories of the place. I'm game. Hell, I'm game to see anything I haven't seen before.

As to the dream analysis, I have no idea. Actually, that's a lie. I'm a literary person who teaches English at a university. Of course I have an interpretation. I think Paris is where your life was before the trial. It was good; there was lots to appreciate and do and see and enjoy. However, then "the incident" happened, and suddenly you were thrown in the Chunnel. It's scary. Will the tunnel hold up as all this water--this scary, heavy, water that can drown--presses down upon it? That is, this is now the in-between part. It's the time when you question every day if you can make it.

But then! Then! Then the trial is over, and you are ready to party in London. Just like Paris and London are great cities but very different cities, you will never be the same. But London totally rocks. So after the trial, life will be great once again.

2:52 PM  
Blogger Juanita said...

Kira, you're right on! Wow.

3:17 PM  
Blogger Bike said...

Did you happen to watch LOST that night of the dream...there were flash-backs to scenes in Paris...saw the Eiffel Tower brightly lit ... interesting.

I know at times you think you may be LOST but you are not.

M

7:36 AM  
Blogger cookie monster said...

when you dreamed of london didyou dream of eating pie n mash with jellied eels to follow?

10:28 PM  
Blogger Canoes under my shoes said...

HEY!

Who's the lazy blogger NOW???

6:36 PM  

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