Creative writing Bolton Manchester:Dreams and Writing- Zsa Zsa Gabor takes a holiday.

 

 

 

 

 

”I never hated a man enough to give him diamonds back.” (Zsa Zsa Gabor) 

 

Our Dreaming mind allows our daily mind to escape its limitations and censorship. One of the most liberating and creative aspects of a dream maybe the way in which the dream story combines several seemingly random yet resonant ingredients.(Freud’s condensation and displacement).

 Juxtapositions of many kinds thus proliferate and give our dreams their puzzling singularity!  My recent dream of Zsa Zsa Gabor, a camping holiday and a bandaged foot was too much fun to ignore. When I started to write the dream down I was also aware of a toilet block, a crowd of gawping campers and a yellow winnebago too. The story is only in its infancy but where it will go who knows!

 

 

I couldn’t find the toilet block because someone had parked  this huge yellow  winnebago  in front of it and a crowd of kids and adults were all stood there staring at the back window.
”She’s having a massage now”  laughed a life guard from our pool.
”A  nurse has arrived too” whispered a thin man in sunglasses.
”Well I really  need to use the toilet!”  I said loudly  to the window.
Someone sniggered in the crowd. “Find a bush  or a bucket then.”  I could hear even more laughter and felt even more desperate.
Luckily there was a movement from the van.
A side door slid open and a huge  face looked out. The crowd was silenced.
”Madame says you are welcome to use her bathroom if you remove your sandals.”
”Me?”  I said.
”Who else?  If you want to use her toilet , please show  some initiative.”
I ran forward to the door  and took off my shoes.
”Wait a moment. Oh that’s fine,  come on  in,” said a cool voice from deep inside the van.
I climbed the steps aware of fifty pairs of eyes on my back. I noticed the smell of liniment and nail polish as I stepped inside the van. White carpet and dark red rugs everywhere.
”Imagine you’re in the Arabian nights,” said the cool voice once again. ‘And you’re Scheherazade.’