Demetrius, Demetrius

Not having read or seen Demetrius by Schiller, I gather that the reference can only come from Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream, but either way this is the word I was left with, by mumbling it or reading it repeatedly, in some alternative but trendy foyer, at the end of my last weird dream: Demetrius. My good friend, who says that maybe it would be better to think a little bit, just a little bit…, was supposed to be there: playing himself or just in the audience, I don’t know, but I was meeting him, hence my presence at the artistically very well attended place. 

Before that there were many journeys on foot and by train involving different people, both from past and present, timetables and rushing to get somewhere I don't remember where. Most dramatically, there would be some kind of foretold floods, which I was trying to escape in the face of images of destroyed infrastructures and landscape. I was living in a tiny poor bedroom in a squat or cheap pension under strange conditions. You could see the water taking place everywhere I tried to walk to outside with some stranger’s help. And I just had to leave. 

In between, I remember being on the road facing big outdoors announcing a camping place I was in with my partner years ago in Brandenburg. But what just stuck into my mind (and this is what I wrote about as soon as I woke up in panic) was a much more mundane situation initially, in which I was traveling in the tube, I’m guessing in Berlin. What happened there is beyond what I am able to translate into semantics, but I am trying. I wish I could draw, so that I could explain better what I cannot formulate in sentences or photos this time:

 I suddenly realized that I had fallen asleep. I am grabbing a big white pillow I’m sleeping on with my right hand, but I see this behind bits of my glasses’ frame and hair through my left eye only. As I wake up, the left eye freezes this image for many excruciating minutes, as if it was a cartoon or a photography, and my right eye keeps registering, simultaneously, all other events that keep unfolding with and around me. While I am sitting very concerned, back at my ancient living room’s sofa, telling my parents about this condition, my current wallet, that apparently had been gone before, materializes in my hands. My eye goes back to normal then, and I am at the previously mentioned theatre venue. I am feeling out of place among vultures and programs, thinking Demetrius, Demetrius.