The true way goes over a rope which is not stretched at any height but just above the ground. It seems more designed to make people stumble than to be walked upon. --F. Kafka--
I Am An Old Black Man
March 6, 2006
February 25, 2006, around 12:30 PM I dreamt.
I am an old black man named Ahab. I have grey to white hair and a moustache as well. I appeared like I was on TV. There is an old second story house behind me. The second floor window is open.
I am asking someone to put an important piece of machinery on the second floor. He was going to use a yellow crane. The crane and the man did not appear but was out of the camera shot.
Now, I’m not sure if I was Ahab, but it seemed that this was connected to a TV show I saw the other day. It was about Neville’s Moby Dick. Ahab was an old man fighting against God/Fate. I felt that the captain and I were the same.
But why was I black? Maybe because Moby Dick was white?
