Archaic Bone (John Dotson’s dream of April 19, 2012)
Meanwhile, the session gathers—a creative-process experience—and I am shocked by a very large turnout. I was expected six to eight persons, and about sixty show up, with more arriving, including some friends who I did not expect. This is all fine with me, of course, and I proceed, altering my approaches somewhat to account for the size of the group. At one point, I am drawn to show the bone again, to see if anyone has anything to say about it, and I discover that it has turned into a fleshy object of the same mass and density. This fleshy object has been preserved very thoroughly, but it has not been in formaldehyde. I am even more hopeful that someone present, including a couple of friends who are doctors, will be able to identify the specimen. I call out to one of them, “Hey, how up are you on your anatomy these days?” and then call out the same to the other. But I don’t quite get their attention from ongoing conversations. I look at the specimen again, and it becomes very clear to me that it is a human heart. I am stunned. It is apparently ancient, yet It is completely intact. In fact, it also appears red and full as if not long removed from its source. I am amazed and in thrall. Since I can somehow get no one to attend with me, I proceed with efforts to convene the group and get underway. But there is some distracting element that disrupts the setting and dissipates the energy and the group begins to disperse. I walk along and converse with some of the participants who linger.