What Mary said in class about Disillusionment at Ten O’Clock really struck me. Who wants to have boring dreams? I know I want to have more exciting dreams than just plain white ones; I want them to be full of colors – purple with green, green with yellow, yellow with blue. Are the people afraid to dream with color and lace? Or maybe their lives just don’t have enough beaded ceintures leaving them to dream in only white. The last six lines: “People are not going to dream of baboons and periwinkles. Only, here and there, and old sailor, drunk and asleep in his boots, catches tigers in red weather,” seems to explain that the only ones who will dream in color are those who are drunk. Old, drunk sailors don’t have worries about the world; those who are sober worry in their sleep about the real world. All the sailor cares about as he sleeps is catching his tiger.
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