I dream a lot, and vividly as I imagine many people do when life is particularly turbulent. Some of my dreams seem so brilliantly conceived that I write down the details excitedly for story ideas. Most of course turn out to be a lot of nonsense. Sometimes my dreams don’t have the pretensions of glittering new fiction but are symbolic, at least to me. Last night I had one of those.
I was in a high street bank, queuing up at the counter to withdraw some money when a robber burst in. I lay on the filthy floor with the other customers as he emptied the safe, but as he was leaving the thief bent his head close to my ear on the floor.
“I’ve got all your money,” he said. “Cheer up though. You’ll be able to make a claim for those clothes you’ve got dirty. How much did you pay for your T-shirt?”
I looked down at my T-shirt, and remembered paying £8 for it.
“There you go then. That’s £8 you just got, thanks to me.” And he left.
When Juliette died, any coherence or articulacy I had, snapped. I needed to express what I felt but there were no words. In desperation, I read books that might draw down my emotions. I think I believed that finding words to define the feelings would limit the power they had over me.
This was a paragraph I stumbled on from a letter written by Mark Twain, whose daughter Susy had just died after a short illness.
“I did not know that she could go away. I did not know that she could go away and take our lives with her, yet leave our dull bodies behind. And I did not know what she was. To me she was but a treasure in a bank, the amount known, to be counted on. I did not know it could be taken away. And now it is too late. They tell me my treasure is not there, has vanished away in the night, the bank is broken, my fortune is gone, I am a pauper. How am I to comprehend this? How am I to survive? Why am I robbed, and who is benefited?”
His confusion, almost child-like, mirrored mine. With Juliette gone I needed to know, if she wasn’t with me then who did have her? Why did we not fully know the treasure we’d had until in an instant, it was gone?