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Fine Dream Sequence
“Fine Dream Sequenceâ€, or Fine Traumfolge, is an autobiographical brainstorm full of memories and images that springs from Hermann Hesse's deep subconscious. The rapid sequence of surreal transformations, erotic motifs, power fantasies was written in November 1916 while Hesse was undergoing deep psychoanalysis under the supervision of Carl Jung.
Hesse's collage of dream fragments is filled with extensive matriarchal Jungian imagery where the child's relationship to the mother is most vividly expressed with archetypal symbols. The dream sequence escalates rapidly and culminates in an encounter with his long dead mother, Marie Hesse:
“The gate stood open and within, wearing a gray dress, my mother walked, a little basket on her arm, silently sunk in thought. Oh, her dark, slightly graying hair in the little net! And her walk, the small figure! And the dress, the gray dress. Had I completely lost her image? For all those many many years, had I never properly thought of her at all?
“There she was, there she stood and walked, only visible from behind, exactly as she had been, very clear and beautiful, pure love, pure thoughts of love! “Mother!†I cried. But I had no voice ... No sound came....â€
“I recalled a slip of paper I had found as a boy in her sewing basket, on which she wrote in her flowing hand what she planned to do and take care of that day: “Put away laundry — iron Hermann's trousers — borrow book by Dickens — yesterday Hermann did not say his prayers...Rivers of memory, cargoes of love!â€
Fine Dream Sequence is Hermann Hesse's most striking Jungian inscription of the powerful mother archetype. It relates, in a sense, that each of us is embarked on an “eternal Odysseus†laboring deep within our soul.
“All the books of the world full of thoughts and poems are nothing in comparison with one minute's sobbing when feeling surges in waves. The soul perceives and finds itself in the depths. Tears are the melting ice of the soul, all angels are close to one who weeps.â€
Fine Dream Sequence offers one of the finest introductions to Hermann Hesse's psyche when he was exiled in Switzerland during World War I, longing for home.