Tag: stopmotion

I had this dream, many years ago now, where I was out in a field being tortured, or was about to be tortured.  I knew, specifically, my fingers would be the first target.  This seems to be a common place to start in torture…fingernails, fingers.  I was terrified in the dream, and shut my eyes as hard as I could, and remembered a place I felt safe.  I focused on and imagined the tiles on the floor of the bathroom of the house I was living in at the time.  I imagined placing my hands on the cool tiles.  I felt in every part of me that I was there in that bathroom.  When I opened my eyes, my hands were planted firmly on the tiles of the bathroom.  I was so relieved.  This happens to me often in dreams.  Body horror, terror, enough lucidity to escape a nightmare.  I emailed my husband this dream, before he was my husband.  He immediately noted the Lacanian concept of the fragmented body, or corps morcelé.  As for the song?  What are splinters, but fragments?  I do know that fragments and layers are not the same.