The lack of punctuation makes this dream a very fast pace and exciting moment in Grady’s mind, but makes it seem short lived. This personal touch added to Grady’s dream by McCarthy accentuates the assertion that Grady heavily desires these experiences to be the fruits of his journey.
The run on sentences and jargon most likely represents the informality, and personality of Grady.
The language used in Grady’s dream contains some cowboy terms, and the sentences run on longer than they should. Because the image has no negative influences, it can be assumed that this dream is Grady’s most peaceful desire. The blue and yellow fields with horses gracefully passing through dominates the image. This example of blood imagery is one of many found throughout the novel, but this dream lacks any mention of blood or even the color red. The veins represented the blood imagery, but this reference to Grady’s veins shows that the conflict is not external, but internal. When John and Alejandra meet for the last time, Alejandra ” took his hand and held it in hers and touched the veins” (210). Blood imagery is a recurring theme and can be identified as a signal at many points. Blood imagery is a signal of violence, or turmoil in a relationship. The imagery found in the dream lacks the color red, which represents blood imagery in the novel. Positive words such as “rich” and “praised” show his yearning for a calmer environment. The home being his family’s ranch, or somewhere he will not be bothered by society. The dream’s diction is completely detached from the heroes journey, and indicate the Grady’s desire to return home. There is no mention of vaqueros, pursuers nor troubles. The words chosen by McCarthy are distant from the words used during Grady’s journey.
THAT NIGHT he dreamt of horses in a field on a high plain where the spring rains had brought up the grass and the wild-flowers out of the ground and the flowers ran all blue and yellow far as the eye could see and in the dream he was among the horses running and in the dream he himself could run with the horses and they coursed the young mares and fillies over the plain where their rich bay and their rich chestnut colors shone in the sun and the young colts ran with their dams and trampled down the flowers in a haze of pollen that hung in the sun like powdered gold and they ran he and the horses out along the high mesas where the ground resounded under their running hooves and they flowed and changed and ran and their manes and tails blew off of them like spume and there was nothing else at all in that high world and they moved all of them in a resonance that was like a music among them and they were none of them afraid horse nor colt nor mare and they ran in that resonance which is the world itself and which cannot be spoken but only praised.(135)
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