I’m feeling tired and sad and empty, as if I had been gutted from the inside, hollowed out like a log.
I feel like a hollow log.
A hollow log drifting aimlessly and out of control, carried along by the waters of a cold, cold river.
In my dream last night, I was sailing to an island. Sailing in a ship or a big cargo boat (not a sailboat) that somebody — my father? my parents? — wanted me to take control of. But I didn’t want to, I didn’t feel ready.
It was nighttime and the waters were dark, like most of my dreams of the sea or ocean: it’s almost always nighttime, with dark waters.
And then we (who “we”?) eventually got to this island — it was daytime and sunny. It was a city-state or an island-republic, independent and fairly touristic, ancient, historically important, with some form of government building in the main square that was reminiscent of those on some Mediterranean islands.
And then we were inside the palace and had guests for a meal and fowl was being served.
This was unexpected for me and isn’t something typical for me at all, not only because I’m vegan now but also because I’ve never really been used to eating game or fowl. So I believe this linguistic reference to the word “fowl” through the image of the bird in my dream is very significant and is referring specifically, through assonance, to the word “foul”.
How naturally, quickly, easily the word “fowl” came to me to describe the bird in my dream… I think it means that I somehow feel, deeply and intensely and more or less consciously, that something foul is actually going on in my life… But in what sense?
What is foul in me or in my life now? Or does it refer to something foul in my past? Or in my future?
What is it that feels foul to me, and why does it feel that way now?
The Little Prince and the Fox 