The end of The Return was at the start, but we didn’t know that until the end. He is vanished from existence, like Laura’s body by the log. In understand that, Cooper no longer needs to be here. You can’t change what’s already happened, not without fundamentally altering the people and everything around them. Maybe when Cooper says “I understand” it’s that he finally understands that you can’t go home again. Or maybe he was chastising him for having already made the mistake. Or maybe, in the end, Cooper got the answers he was looking for in the first scene of The Return The Fireman wasn’t giving him clues but was giving him a warning, telling him how and when he was going to make the mistakes that would lead to the fracturing of the world we’ve come to know and love. Or maybe all of this was just a dream of the Red Room, something our Coop imagined while he waits for his chance to go home. Laura and Dale and the Double R and everyone at the Sheriff’s station may have never existed except as dream versions within someone’s dream. Carrie Page and Alice Tremond might be the real denizens of Twin Peaks. Elsewhere -style dream, or a Dallas -style dream, though that would be fitting as the original Twin Peaks always did feel like the black sheep child of Dallas and the other prime time soaps of the 1980s-but a dream with a world that literally exists. To think that we’d get to the end and be faced with the possibility that this was all a dream-not a St. I (along with Eileen) was an early adopter of the Dream Theory of The Return, and while I don’t think we were entirely right with what we were interpreting, we did okay given what we knew at the time. Can we ever know what our dreams mean? Why should we be so desperate to know? I’m sure I never will, because I dream like this all the time and I never ever know what any of it means. We could pick it apart, dream interpretation-style, until the cows come home. I was sad and confused but hungry, and then someone cooked me a meal, and I ate it, and I enjoyed it, and then something awful interjected itself into my world and made me feel scared and angry, and I kicked its ass, and then I thanked the person who had made it all possible. I started the dream with a problem: I had somewhere to go and the vehicle to get me there wasn’t working. When I was done, David put his hand on my shoulder, called me by mother’s name, and then gave me an empty Pepsi bottle. I knelt at the ground by his feet and thanked him for everything. When I was finished, I walked back to the train car and straight over to where David Lynch was sitting, behind his piano now, having finished his supper. My mom was worried on the other end of the line but I hung up on her, incensed, and proceeded to kick the living shit out of my would-be assaulter. He pawed at my body and laughed with his friend when I told him to fuck off. While I was on the phone with her explaining the situation, a large man, a football jock-type, came up to me and made a few physical passes at me. ![]() I excused myself from the train car and walked down the platform to place the call. But I ate the food (mashed potatoes played a starring role) and when I was done, I got up to call my mom to tell her I was going to miss dinner with the family. I felt like I had been relegated to the kids table, and all I wanted was to sit at the adults’ table with everyone else. I sat at one table while Mark, David, and everyone else sat at the other. Mark had cooked the meal and was eager for everyone to sit down and eat. A few other people were there Twin Peaks cast members (I know Kimmy Robertson was there). Mark Frost was sitting at one of the pianos, and David Lynch was sitting at the other. She took me to a train platform, to the dining car, and when I walked inside there were two tables laid out with fine silverware and china, two pianos in opposite corners of the car, and food enough to feed an army. The plane malfunctioned and we were forced to land, and before I could call my mom to tell her that I wasn’t going to be able to make it, I was invited to dinner instead by someone’s assistant (I knew she was an assistant because she had a very official looking clipboard. I was supposed to be meeting my family for dinner somewhere, and was going to have to take a plane to get there. I had a dream last night about David Lynch and Mark Frost.
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