When I was seven or eight, just old enough to see over the kitchen counter top, I remember standing in the kitchen, looking at the tile behind the counter, feeling as though I was trapped in someone else’s dream. And that dream was a kind of collaborative effort of my mother and father, their parents, plus people at large. And I kept trying to wake up from the dream, to get myself untangled from someone else’s dream. My body, my personality, my “Roger” was this collaborative dream I was stuck in. I later realized that for me to be able to recognize I was in the dream meant that I was awake in the dream.
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