With All Its Special Effects

I had some interesting dreams recently. Among them, a dream about man-sized elves floating in a white sky and down a mountain range full of bizarre rock formations. Also a rather unpleasant dream about public torture in a square in front of a South American police station. Quite Elizabethan choice of subjects, I guess. And yesterday I dreamt of a beautifully decorated African terracotta dog that seemed to be alive and was moving around in something like a very small open stable in a video in a museum exhibit next to a smiling bronze fetish flitting around in a rock garden with a beautiful woman just having passed around the corner. Dans le champ du rêve tu es chez toi, as Lacan said.