2. WUTHERING HEIGHTS: Catherine Earnshaw is a brat

*SPOILERS AHEAD* On fermented anger and bad dreams after Emily Brontë's "Wuthering Heights"

My dreams have not been right since I read this book.

Normally, I snore to wake the gods and sift, unbothered, through a black sleep, teleporting me to morning.

Since I started reading this book on Monday, my dreams have become insistent.

In one dream, a childhood friend walked through an empty mansion where I hosted an intimate event. She smiled with forced politeness, and potentially disdain, and wandered into the tiled foyer, the rest of the party following her.

In another, my cousin, transformed by dream logic into Adam Brody, arrived in my neighborhood alongside my forty-odd first cousins to watch football in a vacated sports bar.

I woke up from these dream scenarios, picking the pieces up like glass shards washed on a shore. Was this a Jungian field day, or a messy collage of cranial gloop?

And more importantly, why Adam Brody?

Source: The American Magazine of Art

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