The occurrence in dreams of material from fairy tales
There was a haunted stillness in the air, which smelled sweetly of chestnut and locust blossoms. Across the street. Clouds of gnats rose and tossed of slanting light as two stout women swung scythes into the walls of weeds. The liquid notes of a nightingale's song mingled with operettas playing on some unseen radio. Overhead, I glimpsed a swift's black silhouette splitting the sky. Two swifts, you corrected me, flying tandem. And they were mating you said. It occurred to me that despite their ignorance to the corruption of the earth passing beneath their wings, the amorous swifts, like every other thing in their range, were probably radioactive
Some joys must be shared, you said And the mutant emblem looked just like the other trees, and everybody loves a good mutant story
Now maybe we can talk about different sequences, deferred sequences
