July 24, 1999
Dream of the Minotaur
A very rich man leads me behind his estate to where he has a long, narrow
bull pen. Its dimensions I would estimate to be 10 to 15 feet wide and
200 yards long. The pen appears to be a maze of fencing with at least three
corridors going the length of the pen. At various places there are openings
that would permit the bull to go from the interior section to the perimeter
sections, and in certain places allow the bull to exit the fencing altogether.
My host leaves and it is my understanding that the object of this little
game is survival. As I see the bull approaching from the far end, I begin
examining the fencing to see where or whether I can climb over or whether
the bull will be kept from me if he charges. It is mostly made of rickety
slats and wire. I soon realize that since the bull can leave the maze of
fencing, I must be able to enter it in order to escape, and suspect that
the bull will be faster than I, so that survival will become a matter of
wits for me, man against beast, as well as a matter of endurance, since
I have no weapon. As long as I am pursued, I must make plans for escaping
the bull's reach.
The central corridor is lower than the outer alleys. As I pass the bull,
he is down below and I am safely able to reach and explore the complex fencing
at the other end of the pen/cage/maze, which seems more elaborate, with
higher fences. I see that I am able to climb up on the fencing here and
perhaps find safety somehow.
Suddenly, the bull becomes a man. Another young man arrives, and after
a brief hug (old friends?) they say a few words and this other man departs.
The bull / man turns to me now, a tall red headed fellow with short dreadlock
like curls. We strike up a conversation. I learn that the rich man at the
dream's beginning was the bull's father. He, the bull / man, is extremely
interested in my life, my background, and especially my involvement in the
arts. He wants to arrange a trip with me to New York City where we can
go take in the New York arts scene.
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