on resisting authoritarianism and the flaws in contemporary realism
Our dreams are birds, they pluck fruit from high branches we cannot reach with our hands. They carry the fruit down to us, and we choose what to do with it. Some dreams are totally alien and need to be examined, while others are easier to digest. Some dreamers cannot recognize their fruits and toss them aside. Others examine them closely. Whatever kind of dreamer you are, these dreams are speaking to you. They hold meaning no matter how strange or insipid they seem. At some point in life, we all experience a dream so striking and bizarre that we are haunted by it into the next day, even if it was completely abstract and not a conscious fear. This is the essential language of dreams, and the font of surrealism’s power.