This tape recounts a dream which occurred close to the termination of approximately four hundred hours of intensive individual therapy. Now the patient recounts her dream:
"I had this dream earlier this morning, and I wrote it down. The dream is that I'm... I'm in some sort of, a uh, I'm in a hotel, and I'm like at a convention or something… and um, I feel sort of almost, uh, like there's too much going on. There's all different kinds of meetings going on, stuff on … experimental therapy, chemical aspects, um… you know and I'm, while I, I don't mind having all of this going on inside of me. I sort of think I'm going to be relieved when it's over, and I can sort of settle back down."
It's where you live but you don't know how it's built
If we're just dust then it doesn't matter who you kill
Don't cut me up and tell me that it's okay
Just turn it off ‘cause I don't care anyway
It lit me up
Something's stirring in a deep Atlantic trench
Does it (doesn't?) forget the thousand years before it slept?
It's the beast, it's my heart, it's (so brave/ "it's open" / "it's a prayer")
Dive down into it to live in it's head (?) --(Dive down into its unit in its head?)
It lit me up
It lit me up like a torch on a pitch black night
Like an ember in the needles of a dried out pine
It lit me up and I burn from the inside out
Yeah, I burn like a witch in a Puritan town
It lit me
It lit me
When I grow up, I wanna be a heretic
I wanna climb over the wall, ‘cause I'm not on the list
I wanna put my hands to work ‘til the work's done
I wanna open up my heart like the ocean
It lit me up
It lit me up like a rag soaked in gasoline
In the neck of a bottle breaking right at my feet
It lit me up and I burn from the inside out
Yeah, I burn like a witch in a Puritan Town
It lit me
It was a good dream