Dreaming of Wheelchair-bound Priests

Posted on May 5, 2007 by E
Filed Under How It Was Done |

I went to bed pretty late last night (the missus was working so I kept her company in wakefulness). I rarely dream but I guess it was the altered sleep cycle (or Catholic guilt) that led to my vision of a wheelchair-bound priest in the moments before I woke up.

He was bespectacled, with a severe haircut and a ready smile. He was an amalgam of a couple of priests I have encountered and a man who used to work in the same office as my mother.

In my dream, I was watching this priest from an angle favoured by Darren Aronofsky’s Snorricam while Ellen Burstyn walked the streets in Requiem For A Dream. Top three-quarter and moving with the subject. He was speeding around a small space, playing tag with little kids.

And a (male) voice said the exact words of explanation the woman gives in the story for why he has the tube to guide the chair even though he can use his hands.

The conclusion and the amnesia I added after I woke up.

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