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THE DREAM JOURNAL
OF L. CARUANA


THE VIRGIN
Toronto, May 6th, 1991

      During this time, nights had become the worst possible time for me as, in the darkness, I had no defence against overwhelming feelings of loneliness. Often I didn’t know how to make it through the night.

       My two brothers and I were on the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea surrounding Malta. We were playing a kind of game but, as with all games between brothers, the competition was fierce. Also, this game – of diving into the water – was not only life-threatening, but to be played once and never again. Furthermore, the rules were not at all clear.
       At the beginning of the dream, it was the turn of my elder brother. Down below were seven prizes floating on the surface of the water. Each had a certain reward or power associated with it. They were like seven planets floating in the cosmos, or the seven days of the week – each unique in its time and place. And, according to the name of the planet and the day of the week, each was associated with a god who personified its power.
       The game began. My elder brother dove off the cliff, plunged some twenty metres, and landed directly on one of the seven prizes
– a ram and her young. As he hit the water, he clasped these to his breast, and dragged them under, drowning them. When he resurfaced, he raised his hands triumphantly. For, he had successfully ‘sacrificed the ram’.
       Now it was my turn. By the rules of the game, I was also supposed to offer a sacrifice. But, my sacrifice had to follow a certain order. My brother had slaughtered
the ram – Aries, Mars, Thursday, Thor. Now, I had to slaughter the virgin – Virgo, Venus, Friday, Frigg. But, as I looked out over the water, I realized that I didn’t want to do this.
       Gazing at the prizes below, I began to associate their seven forms with something else. I saw the surface of the water as a pool table, and the seven prizes as seven coloured balls which one must sink at the end of a snooker game. I remembered that, when it is not to your advantage to
sink a coloured ball, you should hook instead, by placing one ball behind the other.
       I jumped off the cliff. Rather than diving, I performed a very graceful jump, landing feet first, thus piercing the water at a very sharp angle and sinking very deep down. My brothers were shocked because I didn’t land on one of the prizes. Instead, I began swimming underwater towards a figure floating on the waves.
       I surfaced directly
behind her, and locked my arms around her waist. She was beautiful, with long, curling, black hair, large dark eyes, fair skin, and a shapely physique. In her glance, I could see a deeply passionate nature, balanced by a sharp intelligence. At first, she was frightened of me, as she feared the rules of the game; the sacrifice. But I held her gently and assured her that she would not be harmed.
       Then, I plunged the two of us under the water, and we swam beneath the waves to a grotto beneath the cliff. We resurfaced there, out of view from my brothers, and I explained to her my strategem: that I had hooked rather than sunk. Immediately, she understood, and was very pleased.
       Then, floating freely on the water, nakedly embracing, we acknowledged the desire to make love. And, with that acknowledgment, the dream ended.


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