She's half Emily D, half deer. No centaur; swirled to shy confection. Convection! Deer upwells to mare. I ride, she bucks, we fuck and purr and afterstretch. But next she has biz downtown. Hoofs it humming. Oh Emily! Of course we're at the pass from the Eichler Highlands (faux Frank Lloyd Wright homes, by Joe Eichler). Beyond, cafes and schools. I follow her poet-deer-mare's ass, strutting happily up the pass. Funny how horse's ass means fool and rude when she's so sweet--her tail banners to bare her nether smile. Plumes at ankles; long mane trails, blends with the pass's grasses. End: I'm small as wren. The slope I climb is her neck! She's Lover Earth, & I'm in love all over her again.

NOTES IN THE MORNING

• Emily Dickinson: I'd been reading her that day. I felt critical of her occasional "Go easy on me, I'm just a girl" yet noticed it worked on me; I do cut women more slack. Could be worse. Men already get free passes for too much.
• Frank Lloyd Wright imitations: I grew up in the Eichler Highlands, a suburb built by Joe Eichler, who mass-produced features of a Frank Lloyd Wright house he'd lived in. Open futuristic homes, full of light (though that openness meant they were noisy and not too private). That architecture had effects! I still find noirmal (oops) homes dark, cramped and archaic--as if I'm trapped a century behind my birth--behind my native age.
• The pass: The homes were futuristic, but the tract was as sterile as any suburb. No shops, cafes, libraries, museums, bars, dancehalls... so I think the dream-pass means the passage from the family nest to the adult social world.
• The playful deer-mare-girl is my spirit wife Silky, a lifelong dream companion & lover. She seeks that wider world, while I lag. Jung warns not to let your anima or animus take over, but following her lead pays off for me. My ego's timid and stay-at-home; Silky quests ahead.
• The crayon of the pass/mare: oddly, I drew it at least a decade later, without remembering the dream. For decades after that, I had the nagging sense it belonged in the World Dream Bank but couldn't find any source-dream; I uneasily included it as a daydream/hypnogogic image. But FORTY YEARS after the dream, I was transcribing an old journal and found this, the original dream--not a daydream at all.

  Jung wasn't kidding that dreams play a long game! Or maybe it's just sloppy filing.

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