Alice

I am extremely enveloped in the concept of dreams at the moment...hince two dream posts in one day.

I bought my Halloween costume. I opted for an Alice, granted its not as proper as what Alice wore in Wonderland but nonetheless I will be one of my favorite characters (and as it was pointed out to me I also don't have blonde flowing hair). When I got home I opened up my Alice in Wonderland novel and started reading it for the umpteenth time. I think I learn something new each time I read it.

Alice was an actual person in Lewis Carroll's (Charles Dodgson) life. He was in love with her. In today's time he'd be called a pedophile but back then he was just odd. Anywho, the novel can be read in several different takes. There is the sexual route, the drug route, the growing into adult hood route, or the just plain funky dream route.

Alice Liddell would hang out with Lewis and listen to his fabulous stories with her sisters. The symbolism is amazing.

Anyway in her dream Alice is confused. She makes choices and she often suffers the consequences. Much like we do in our everyday life. But what I'm getting at is how do we differentiate between reality and dream? Alice couldn't. The Mad Hatter and Chesire Cat were real. The most important line in the whole novel is when the caterpillar asks Alice Who are you and even though she responds he keeps asking. Maybe in reality we have a concept of who we are but in dreams we don't really understand who we are.

After reading this blog I realize how little sense it makes. I'm posting it anyway because I can't delete things I write. I can always come back later and flesh it out and give it legs.