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\u201cYou know anything about dreams?\u201d
\n\u201cI know what it\u2019s like to dream, but …\u201d
\n\u201cBut do you know anything about what they mean?\u201d
\n\u201cNot really. I just dream and if it\u2019s a boring dream I jump into another one. Why do you ask? You\u2019ve had any special ones lately?\u201d
\n\u201cKind of. I have a recurring one where I find what I can only describe as \u2018my\u2019 house. It\u2019s always in a neighbourhood that seems like it was bombed or forgotten by time and left to fall apart on its own. When I enter \u2018my\u2019 house it keeps growing as I walk through it. In a way it\u2019s endless. Up till now \u2013 or rather last night \u2013 it was always in tip-top order on the inside, but now it\u2019s full of garbage and the walls are falling down, the painting is coming off the walls and a bunch of aggressive low-life idiots lives there \u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
head toe, head toe and the mess in between from stars<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cLemme call Sigmund,\u201d says K. and takes out a stuffed and worn squirrel with an antenna on its head. He sees my asking face. \u201cIt\u2019s a ghost phone, dummy. That\u2019s how we keep in touch. Hi Siggi, K. here. My friend here has a question for you \u2026 yea, a fleshy one, alive – he thinks,\u201d says K. and I hear them both laugh. Loud and long. He hands me the squirrel-phone and I retell the dream to ghost-Freud. The phone is put on speaker. Sigmund says \u201cah\u201d and \u201cum\u201d and \u201cja\u201d from time to time then \u201cIt\u2019s a classic, mein Freund. When we, or should I say you – the dreams of the living are very different from the dreams of us not so alive, but never mind – when we dream about houses or living spaces we are actually dreaming about our selves and that includes the subconscious which of course takes up most of what you call you you AND we never, nevernevernever, dream about any other person but ourselves. No matter how much you think you dream about your loved ones, Harry Belafonte, Balzac or whoever we ALWAYZ (strong Austrian accent) dream about ourselves or aspects of our personality. Think about that for a while and see if your dream changes its significance for you \u2013 Ich wei\u00df nicht, wie ich es ausdr\u00fccken soll \u2026 if you perhaps change in the way you look at it and yourself. Verstehst Du? Ja? Nun, gibt mir K. bitte\u201d. In the background I hear French singing and what I assume is can-can music and someone shouting \u201cMore absinthe!\u201d followed by a \u201cYou\u2019ve \u2018ad enough, Toulouse\u201d. sitting on my left hand I know what it\u2019s doing<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cNow, did that help?\u201d, asks K. putting the ghost phone away. Kyndelmisse*<\/em> ..<\/p>\n Kyndelmisse: old Danish for Candlemass, the middle of winter<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n \u201cVed Du noget om dr\u00f8mme?\u201d hoved t\u00e5, hoved t\u00e5 og rodet indimellem fra stjerner<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cJeg ringer lige til Sigmund, siger K. og tager et udstoppet og slidt egern med en antenne p\u00e5 hovedet frem. Han ser mit sp\u00f8rgende ansigt. \u201cDet\u2019 en sp\u00f8gelsestelefon, dummernik. Det\u2019 s\u00e5dan vi holder kontakten. Hej Siggi, K. her. Min ven har lige et sp\u00f8rgsm\u00e5l \u2026 ja, en k\u00f8dfuld \u00e9n \u2026 levende \u2013 tror han\u201d, siger K. og jeg kan h\u00f8re dem begge skoggerle. H\u00f8jt og l\u00e6nge. Han r\u00e6kker mig egernfonen, og jeg fort\u00e6ller historien til sp\u00f8gelses-Freud. Telefonen er sat p\u00e5 medh\u00f8r. Sigmund siger \u201cah\u201d og \u201cum\u201d og \u201cja\u201d fra tid til anden og dern\u00e6st \u201cDet er en klassiker, mein Freund. N\u00e5r vi, eller skulle jeg sige I \u2013 de levendes dr\u00f8mme er anderledes end dem vi knap s\u00e5 levende har, men det ser vi lige bort fra \u2013 n\u00e5r vi dr\u00f8mmer om huse og steder, hvor vi bor dr\u00f8mmer vi faktisk om vores selv, og det inklusive vores underbevidsthed, som selvf\u00f8lgelig fylder det meste af hvad, vi kalder os, det meste af det, Du kalder dig selv, OG vi dr\u00f8mmer aldrig, aldrigaldrigaldrig, om andre personer end os selv. Uanset hvor meget du tror, du dr\u00f8mmer om dine k\u00e6re, Harry Belafonte, Balzac eller hvem pokker det kan v\u00e6re dr\u00f8mmer vi ALTZID (st\u00e6rk \u00f8strigsk accent) om os selv eller aspekter af vores personlighed. T\u00e6nk over det en tid og l\u00e6g m\u00e6rke til, om Din dr\u00f8m \u00e6ndrer sig eller om den \u00e6ndrer betydning for Dig – Ich wei\u00df nicht, wie ich es ausdr\u00fccken soll \u2026 om Du m\u00e5ske f\u00e5r et andet syn p\u00e5 Dig selv og Din dr\u00f8m. Verstehst Du? Ja? Nun, gibt mir K. bitte\u201d. I baggrunden er der lyden af sang p\u00e5 fransk og hvad jeg formoder er can-can musik og nogen, der r\u00e5ber \u201dMere absint!\u201d efterfulgt af et \u201dDy \u2019har allereje f\u00e5ed nok, Toulouse.\u201d siddende p\u00e5 min venstre h\u00e5nd v\u00e9d jeg hvad den g\u00f8r<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cN\u00e5, ku\u2019 Du bruge det til noget? sp\u00f8rger K. og l\u00e6gger telefonen lommen igen.\u201d Kyndelmisse<\/em> \u201cYou know anything about dreams?\u201d \u201cI know what it\u2019s like to dream, but …\u201d \u201cBut do you know anything about what they mean?\u201d \u201cNot really. I just dream and if it\u2019s a boring dream I jump into another one. Why do you ask? You\u2019ve had any special ones lately?\u201d \u201cKind of. 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\nK. and Sigmund talk a bit while I pretend to think.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cPerhaps, perhaps not. Tell me, was Freud at a party?\u201d
\n\u201cSort of. He was at the Moulin Rouge. The immaterial one. It\u2019s still a hot place for the dead of the late 19th and early 20th century\u201d.
\n\u201cOoh, I\u2019d like to go there. I could meet Rimbaud and those guys\u201d.
\n\u201cCome on then\u201d, says K. and takes out a giant scimitar. \u201cI usually killa (Italian accent) people for money but as you are my friend I killa you nothing\u201d, he grins.
\n\u201cStop it. There\u2019s the Eurovision Song Contest on the telly\u201d.
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cIt starts now\u201d.
\n\u201cGo get the coffee and cookies! Presto! And the cigars!\u201d<\/p>\n
\n frost giants yawn<\/em>
\n and scratch their noses<\/em><\/p>\n
\n\u201cJeg ved, hvordan det er at dr\u00f8mme, men \u2026\u201d
\n\u201cMen ved Du noget om, hvad de betyder?\u201d
\n\u201cIkke rigtig. Jeg dr\u00f8mmer bare, og hvis det er en kedelig dr\u00f8m, hopper jeg bare ind i anden. Hvorfor sp\u00f8rger Du? Har Du haft nogle s\u00e6rlige p\u00e5 det det sidste?\u201d
\n\u201cP\u00e5 en m\u00e5de. Jeg har \u00e9n, der gentager sig, hvor jeg finder, hvad jeg kun kan beskrive som \u2019mit\u2019 hjem. Det befinder sig altid i et kvarter, der ser ud som om, det var s\u00f8nderbombet eller glemt af tiden og overladt til at forfalde helt af sig selv. N\u00e5r jeg tr\u00e6der ind i \u2019mit\u2019 hus, bliver det ved med at vokse efterh\u00e5nden som jeg g\u00e5r gennem det. P\u00e5 en m\u00e5de er det endel\u00f8st. Indtil nu \u2013 eller i hvert fald til sidste nat \u2013 har det altid v\u00e6ret i tip-top orden indeni, men nu er det fuldt af affald og v\u00e6ggene smuldrer, malingen skaller af v\u00e6ggene og nu bor der nogle aggressive sumpere \u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\nK. og Sigmund taler videre for en stund, mens jeg lader som om, jeg t\u00e6nker.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cM\u00e5ske, m\u00e5ske ikke. Sig mig, var Freud til et selskab?\u201d
\nP\u00e5 en m\u00e5de. Han var p\u00e5 Moulin Rouge. Den immaterielle. Det er stadig et in-sted for de der d\u00f8de sent i det 19nde \u00e5rhundrede og begyndelsen af det 20nde.\u201d
\n\u201cUh, det ku\u2019 jeg godt t\u00e6nke mig at bes\u00f8ge. Jeg ku\u2019 m\u00f8de Rimbaud og de d\u00e9r fyre.\u201d
\n\u201dOk s\u00e5,\u201d siger K. og tr\u00e6kket en gigantisk krumsabel frem. \u201dJaj dr\u00e6ber nomalt (st\u00e6rk italiensk accent) folk for penge, men dar Du er min amico, g\u00f8r jaj det gratis,\u201d griner han.
\n\u201cStop det. Der er Melodigrandprix p\u00e5 fjerneren.\u201d
\n\u201cHvorn\u00e5r?\u201d
\n\u201cDet begynder nu.\u201d
\n\u201cHent kaffen og sm\u00e5kagerne! Presto! Og cigarerne.\u201d<\/p>\n
\n frostj\u00e6tter gaber<\/em>
\n og kl\u00f8r sig p\u00e5 n\u00e6sen<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"