Jimmy P. Page #4

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She wrote me.

She's pretty mad at me because

I haven't written to her lately.

That's Mary Lou.

Well, it's a very tender letter.

I had a strange dream last night.

But when I woke up

I couldn't remember a thing.

Could you close your eyes?

Tell me the first thing you visualize.

You.

Did you dream of me?

We were out hunting.

I had a gun.

You didn't.

And then...

I saw a bear.

And my gun jammed.

And then the bear started chasing us.

And I kept jerking the lever

and nothing happened.

And... you told me

to put in one bullet at a time.

And I did that.

And then I was in another dream.

Now we hunted foxes.

I had a rifle, a 22

and you had none.

I shot the fox.

And I picked it up.

And you were talking to me.

And then...

A live baby?

He was either dead or asleep.

After that I woke up in a sweat.

I didn't know a dream.

I'm just like the animal headed

person of the ancient braves.

Their protection gave courage.

Old timers say they used

to dream of a beaver.

And the Beaver gave them

advice and blessed them.

Then they would pray to the beaver.

And now you see why you started

today by talking about religion.

Dreaming of me was like

dreaming of a spirit head.

Were you scared when the gun jammed?

No, I wasn't.

In dreams, one tries to

tell something to oneself too.

What are you telling yourself?

You can't kill a bear,

but you can kill a fox,

in your dream.

Maybe the dream says we

ought to start with

your little troubles first.

That's a good interpretation.

In the first dream,

what kind of bear was it?

- A brown bear.

- Male or female?

I don't know.

And the child it was naked.

Boy or a girl?

The child didn't look hurt, and

it had no bullet hole in it.

Make a guess.

A girl, maybe.

And who is this baby girl?

First it was a fox.

And then when I looked down,

it was a baby girl.

Foxes are hairy.

When do baby come out

to something hairy?

Out of a woman?

What happened afterwards?

I let her down.

What does this mean, let down?

That I have done wrong.

But you couldn't help it. You were

so young. You were under pressure.

Maybe you did wrong

with your daughter,

and let her down.

But you couldn't help it.

Come on, you were only 17,

you had nothing.

Today, you're good with your

daughter and you support her.

That's what matters.

I almost have $500 in the bank.

But I can't take a penny out

unless someone else signs for it.

I have to go downtown tomorrow.

I can take you to

the post office, if you like.

That's very nice.

"The central theme of this session

was the aggressive

element in sexual behavior.

It is interesting to note

that the patient denied

that the baby was dead

because it had no hole in it.

This remark further underscored

patient's castration anxiety

and his tendency to define women

as blind or dead."

Where on earth did

you meet such a guy?

It's silly.

My husband first met George

in a waiting room in Paris.

They worked for

the same psychoanalyst.

I was working at the

Muse de l'Homme (Museum of Man).

Do you know how many women

Georges officially married?

Two, just two.

What are they possibly talking about?

I have no idea.

I like France.

I like the people there.

Why?

Farmers, ranchers.

My kind of people.

Did you ever visit Paris?

Two days.

We were camped in...

Vincennes?

Did you have to kill anyone

in the war?

No.

By the time I got to France,

the krauts had already left.

Why can't my friend receive

money without my signature?

I don't make the rules, sir.

I want like to send the money

order to Spokane, Washington.

Okay.

You have to file a form.

- Can you write?

- Yes.

Who taught you all these

things about dreams?

Some man taught me.

I paid him very little because

I had so little money.

Now I do what the Indians do.

When they're young,

they help the old.

And when they get old,

somebody helps them.

Sometimes dreams come true.

Where I live, if you ever come,

suppose a man can't find his horses.

He pays an old man and the

old man goes to sleep and dream.

And the next day, he'll

find your horses for you.

What? You never hear about

dreams that didn't come true.

I remember this

guy on the reservation.

Hey! This guy was a funny one.

He told us he dreamt

that he could fly

if he performed the

ceremony with a dance.

So one day, he tied a buffalo

rope to his arms and legs,

and we all walked to

the top of this sheer cliff.

And he did his medicine dance.

And then...

he jumped and...

He broke every bone in his body.

I could talk about dreams all day.

Gayle,

since I was 16

I've just disappointed you all.

But I can't feel ashamed.

Here, I feel both alone and peaceful.

My life became such a mess.

Everyday I see the French doctor.

He often asks me

to tell him my dreams.

I tell him about the past as well.

This morning,

I remember the accident

that led me to this hospital.

We were in the forest.

There were no German soldiers.

Just frozen corpses.

There's one here

for you too, Greeney.

Alright Jimmy, I got

a present for you.

Got a nest somewhere.

Everybody got letters

from their girlfriends.

Lily didn't write to me.

My letter was from Cousin Dale.

And he told me that Lily had a lover.

I couldn't get that

picture out of my head.

My wife, walking around Browning,

holding hands with another man.

I saw them at my kitchen table.

I saw them laughing at my bed.

Everybody was so tired and worn out.

I just remember how quiet it was.

When I woke up in the hospital,

I could not see.

A nurse was talking to me.

My ear was draining.

It was something

like fat and bloody.

What do you think that was?

Well, it may be pus,

from your middle ear.

Probably from your accident.

Dr. Menninger says my head is fine.

I'd like you to do another

neurological exam.

You think there's something

still wrong with my head?

Oh no, I don't think so.

After dinner I was reading in my

room and the pain started again.

Were you wearing your new glasses?

No, I hate them.

Do you know anyone who wears glasses?

- You do!

- Listen...

I look squarely at

things with my glasses.

You seem to hesitate

to identify with me.

You're always asking me to remember

things that happened before the army.

But I never had a headache...

before my accident.

Maybe Dr. Menninger is wrong

and there's a real

problem with my brain.

Mm hm, your headaches surely

had a physiological origin,

and since the war, they may

have become psychogenic.

Your body has healed.

But when your mind is in pain,

the headaches come back.

It feels pleasant to feel

I'm justly wrong too.

But you must tear

yourself away from the past.

How long will you stay here?

I guess until my patient is cured.

Which means...

A month?

A year?

Ouch!

Oh, it's so good to have you here!

- Do you know what Jimmy's name is?

- No.

Ohonita-e-Puyopei.

It means:

"Everybody talks about him."

You have a hidden name too.

No, I don't hide anything.

No, your name is Gyrgy Dob.

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