Leftovers

I woke up and realised that I had just dreamt that I woke up and realised that someone had burgled my home whilst I was asleep. All my possessions in disorder with the valuables gone. Except that the burglar had not found my true valuables, which I – just then – could not locate either. And yet somehow I woke up rested, assured, that those valuables were still there.

Walter Benjamin suggests that ‘only from the other shore, from bright day, may dream be addressed from the superior position of recall.’ But maybe it is not the bright day, but the thickening of dusk that brings the dream into the purview of recall. One night calls to its predecessor, and the day in between is revealed as what it truly is: a leftover of the night.