[This post was started in 2013 but never actually posted, but I’ve just been trimming this blog, and I thought I’d finish and post it.]

When I posted my dream/story The Egret and the Gander, a couple of different people commented that it was a take on the story of Achilles (the gander) and Hector (the egret) from the Iliad.   To be honest, I hadn’t noticed this, but I see it now.  I obviously have a classically trained id, because here is another dream I had a few months ago:

I dreamed I had descended to a place deep underground which was a kind of morgue with corpses lying around on trolleys.  In the midst of it there was kind of canteen where I met a waitress.  She was Eastern European, and had a kind of punk sensibility.  She had a doubled piercing on her forehead through which was threaded a large nail.  I offered to get her out of that awful place, and led her to a ladder that climbed up a vertical cliff face towards the surface.  But when I was nearly at the top, the rungs became smooth and hard to grasp, and I became afraid that I would slip and fall.  I wasn’t going to be her heroic saviour after all.

Orpheus and Eurydice, right?