So last night I had a very detailed, technicolor dream (thats normal for me as long as Im getting decent sleep). In this dream, Fyodor Dostoevsky came to me (in the stockroom of a store at West County mall--hey, its a dream, and I spent years in mall retail) and started sharing funny stories about pranks he used to play on his younger siblings. After a short while, Jean Paul Sartre joined us and laughed heartily as Dostoevsky continued to regale us with stories. (And yes, I even recall the pranks he played on his siblings.) Now obviously I must have at least a fleeting knowledge of these guys--or my subconscious mind wouldnt have conjured them and/or their presence. But Ive not read enough of either of them to know that a) Sartre was deeply influenced by Dostoevsky (even though they were separated by a century and a continent) or that, b) Dostoevsky actually had numerous younger siblings. (In fact, I have to admit that I didnt even know their philosophies overlapped as much as they do.) So why did my brain play a movie with both of them? And why stories of the siblings? (In my dream, one of the Dostoevsky siblings even had a distinctly Russian nickname, Ilych. In my brief research, I havent found that any of his siblings used that name.) I woke up at 5:00 am and couldnt stop thinking about them or that dream. Needless to say, I spent my early hours on Wikipedia reading up on existential writers and philosophers. Weird, huh?
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 16:49:49 +0000
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