Dreamt that I was
an Asian woman living in New York;
that a
marriage had been more or less arranged with
some white man. In spite of his agreement with the
arrangement, he went away, living his life, until
one day when he was struck by the fact that he had
never even met me.
I saw myself in the dream as if it was not me, but
simply a kind of movie I was watching. The woman (me)
was pale, emotionally dead as far as the man was
concerned, and though he wanted to make some sort
of nice feelings about the whole thing (mainly from
a distorted sense of guilt on his part) I was not
interested at all, no matter what this meant for my
future.