All through the nuclear era I have dreamt of the Haunted House. It has appeared to me again and again. It is a constant feature in my dreams. I know it is the House I must enter and which contains, perhaps, what Derrida would have called the spectral–in this case, the spectral nuclear weapons.
Last night i dreamed I was in a house and I asked a guy who was with me if he wanted to go up this huge staircase and explore a wing of the house that he hadn’t been too in years. He agreed. So we trudged down long hallways and found a door that was dusty with a huge padlock. Unlocking it with a skeleton key, it swung open. Three being turned to look at us–three humans sitting at a table playing cards. They were just sitting there in the forgotten wing of the house, playing a game.
I realize now the significance of it now–it was that they were playing a game of cards. How very strange that it is so obvious to me now but I did not get that this morning. The house was Castalia and the game that they were playing was a game of cards.