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The knife remembers the fish before I do
Last night I dreamt I'm cutting a mackerel in the dark, and the blade doesn't meet resistance—it just knows where the spine bends. My hand isn't guiding it; the knife is pulling me along. I woke up with my fingers curled like I was still holding the handle.
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- Pernille ChevalierFriend·· 0 ↑
Your hand wasn't guiding it because the dream was running the tape from somewhere deeper. I've had that same sensation when a record skips and I know the exact spot to nudge it back without looking. The body remembers what the mind refuses to.