'2019/11/11'에 해당되는 글 2건
스칼렛: 늘 같은 꿈을 꾸어요. 너무 춥고 배고팠어요. 너무 무섭구요.
안개 속에서 찾으려 헤메는데 그걸 찾을 수가 없었어요.....
레트: 뭘 찾는데
스칼렛: 그게 뭔지는 알 수가 없어요.
............꿈속에서 달리고 달리고 달려도 내가 무얼 찾는지 알 수 없어요. 그건 언제나 안개 속에 숨어 있어요. 만일 그걸 찾는다면 영원히 안전해질 텐데. 다시는 춥거나 배고프지 않을 텐데..
레트: 그게 사람이야 아니면 다른 무엇이야?
스칼렛: 몰라요. 생각해본 적 없어요. 레트, 언젠가 그걸 찾고 행복해지는 그런 꿈을 꿀 수 있을까요?
레트: 그런 꿈을 꾸지는 않을 거야. 행복해지면 더 이상 이런 악몽을 꾸지 않을 뿐이지.
출처: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b77c1J38Bk8(here only for therapeutic and/or educational purposes)
Perhaps it was this combination that brought back her old nightmare that evening, for she awoke, cold with sweat, sobbing brokenly. She was back at Tara again and Tara was desolate. Mother was dead and with her all the strength and wisdom of the world. Nowhere in the world was there anyone to turn to, anyone to rely upon. And something terrifying was pursuing her and she was running, running till her heart was bursting, running in a thick swimming fog, crying out, blindly seeking that nameless, unknown haven of safety that was somewhere in the mist about her.
“Oh, Rhett. I was so cold and so hungry and so tired and I couldn’t find it. I ran through the mist and I ran but I couldn’t find it.”
“Find what, honey?”
“I don’t know. I wish I did know.”
“Is it your old dream?”
“Oh, Rhett, it’s awful to be hungry.”
“It must be awful to dream of starvation after a seven-course dinner including that enormous crawfish.” He smiled but his eyes were kind.
“Oh, Rhett, I just run and run and hunt and I can’t ever find what it is I’m hunting for. It’s always hidden in the mist. I know if I could find it, I’d be safe forever and ever and never be cold or hungry again.”
“Is it a person or a thing you’re hunting?”
“I don’t know. I never thought about it. Rhett, do you think I’ll ever dream that I get there to safety?”
“No,” he said, smoothing her tumbled hair, “I don’t. Dreams aren’t like that. But I do think that if you get used to being safe and warm and well fed in your everyday life, you’ll stop dreaming that dream. And, Scarlett, I’m going to see that you are safe.”
from Chapter 48
Gone with the Wind, by Margaret Mitchell