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(This dream stayed with me the whole day, so strong was its impact upon me. I kept feeling that strange affection for Jean, mixed with a regret of some kind that nothing could really transpire between us — because of age and other factors. I told Jane I also felt that Jean was somehow dissatisfied in life, perhaps confused, perhaps caught between her artistic leanings and her upbringing to lead the more conventional life — working at the hospital, and so forth. I sensed, I think, that she wasn’t too sure about her move to the city in North Carolina — Raleigh? — that she planned with her boyfriend. Yesterday Frank had told me that it wouldn’t be as easy to see Jean now that it was a 15-hour drive instead of just running down to Washington DC.
(Then, I was in a lodge on the mountainside. Some of the walls were of floor-to-ceiling glass. There were many people about, sitting and eating at small round tables with white cloths. The setting was very posh. I was with Jean Longwell, the daughter of our friend Frank. We got up and began dancing, holding each other very close. I felt deep affection for Jean, a strange and surprising longing mixed with a strong sexual awareness of her attractiveness. I also knew she felt the same way about me. We talked. As we did my eyes were so close to her face that I could see the tiny pores in the skin below her eyes — very fine and smooth. The dream ended here, or faded into other levels.
Your dream was triggered specifically by Frank’s visit (yesterday noon), and his discussion about his daughter, Jean.
[...] Jane tried again to read the session, but couldn’t. At 3:10 I started to read it to her when Mary Jean came in to check the flow of the antibiotic. [...] Mary Jean said Jeff must have seen something on the report of her urinalysis this morning, and ordered the Bactrim, which is quite powerful. [...] “I want to make a formal protest for the record,” she told Mary Jean, “that I wasn’t notified about this.” Mary Jean said she’d relay it to the head nurse — where I suppose it’ll die. [...]
(Did receive an acknowledgement of manuscript prospectus from a Jean Schaefer or the sound Mossman.)
(4:21 p.m. Jane told me that yesterday Mary Jean, who had changed her dressings, had remarked upon how well the remaining bedsores are healing.
[...] He thought, for example, of his own pajamas that he wears now instead of the jeans he wore before, and it seemed to him that in all his strivings he had in one way or another also acted like your friend whose jeans kept turning into the Turkish towel: he had been trying to protect an important way of relating to the world, or to protect a way of life. [...]
There was no time for more discussion though, because Seth now began to speak to Jean, the most psychically gifted of the group:
When Seth was done, for a minute, Jean wouldn’t say a thing. [...]
(A note: I still feel the effects of my dream of two nights ago, involving Del and Jean Longwell.)