by Keith Lipscombe
Do you remember the one you had last night? No? Like Will – O’ – the – Wisps, aren’t they? Dreams, so universally experienced yet so unique to each and so seemingly unquantifiable.
Freud contended they represented unfulfilled wishes, Jung that they were the unconscious mind glimpsing at the events of the day. Fritz Perls suggested they were parts of ourselves that had been ignored or suppressed. In the fourth century, Herodotus was saying they were simply our minds unpacking its daily cares.
Harriet Van Bregmann is a wealthy woman, a very intelligent, very wealthy woman. She’s been described as many things in her 42 years but a dreamer isn’t one of them. Harriet is well-educated, well-travelled, well-heeled, well-read and well-spoken. Harriet is even, in certain circles, well-known. She’s never sought any press attention but it’s come to her as it does for some, through their marriages, their money or how they take their pleasures. Its art, or more specifically fine art that pleases Harriet and the press interest in her comes in waves, waves associated with her frequent high-end purchases….
Mrs Van Bregmann – Sally Halowell-Carew
Mrs.Cross – Liz Hainey
The Doctor – Chris Murphy