I have had a few dreams for the past few nights and most of them I
forgot. Why do I forget them, so vivid when I’m asleep and half asleep, right
when I get out of bed? I even try to stay in bed a little longer only to
remember them. But one of them was a musical rehearsal on the beach. Some ten
kids of eight or ten years old was practicing what they were supposed to say in
unison. Just one line. And the language was English. And I was there with them
to do the same. Suddenly asked to do it, I couldn’t follow the kids. The scene
changed to another place, apparently in a place like a classroom. An Asian woman,
still young, perhaps in her 20s, was asked a question a few times and every time
she answered, “Ask me again in a minute.” Fast forward to the party after the
musical. A woman, this time Westerner, asked me about a dish. I answered, “This
is cabbage with some meat inside.”
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Graham Greene was very much depressive, but he was in regular contact
with his mother and brothers, especially Hugh Greene. Lucky man. He had family members
who were happy to accept him.
Now I’m reading the second volume of The
Life of Graham Greene by Norman Sherry. The pages about Malaya and Vietnam
draw me in.
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