
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Auguries of Innocence
Dream #20: I'm standing atop a flight of stairs overlooking the ocean. Friends are swimming in the waves below. They motion for me to join them, but I just shake my head and smile.
I take a walk into the woods. It's so peaceful. My mind and heart are utterly still. Sunlight beams through tall trees.
I feel so light. I am someone else? Who am I?
I wander into a clearing. Someone has been cutting back the forest to make room for suburban housing. It seems like such a shame.
Childhood memories, Subconscious exploration, Paradox
Do you ever dream that you are someone else?
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Clown Family

source: by InBugsDrawers
#19: I dreamed that my family wanted me to go as a clown with them for Halloween. I didn't want to.
Playing the fool / I think I need to lighten up.
Playing the fool / I think I need to lighten up.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Trespassing


source: by Eleni
Dream #18: Halcyon weather. I'm with my sisters. We're exploring an abandoned building. It's dark and there's debris everywhere. Loose brick, dirt, broken glass. Outside the leaves seem to shimmer on the trees. A suggests that this would be a good place to take pictures sometime. I feel slightly wary. I think a lot of homeless take refuge here at night.
Fear. Loss. Underworld.
Fear. Loss. Underworld.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Aham Brahmasmi

source: by Life As Art
(photographic documentation of an original work by Redd Walitzki)
(photographic documentation of an original work by Redd Walitzki)
Dream #17: I am making a paper doll chain. It's a self portrait cut from folded tissue paper. I finish and carefully separate the layers. The result is lovely against the light. Each doll is in a slightly different position. How did I achieve this ornate result from such a seemingly simple pattern?
Who am I? I am not my body. I am not my mind. I am not my experiences. These are only layers that can be stripped away.
Who am I? I am not my body. I am not my mind. I am not my experiences. These are only layers that can be stripped away.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
The Messenger
Dream #16: It was a cool morning. I left for work, but soon realized I had forgotten something. On my way back inside, I decided to check the mail.
When I lifted the lid of the mailbox, a hummingbird flew out and then landed in my hand!
I have had strange encounters with hummingbirds in waking life and take this dream to have personal significance.
When I lifted the lid of the mailbox, a hummingbird flew out and then landed in my hand!
I have had strange encounters with hummingbirds in waking life and take this dream to have personal significance.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Curtain Call

Dream #15: I'm in an art museum. My mother is there and she's playing the guitar and singing. A small crowd has gathered around her. Her song is so pretty. It ends and everyone applauds.
My mother passed away in 2003. Although she was not a musician, she spread joy to anyone who stopped to listen. I miss her and am always glad to see her in dreams.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Nascent Hopes

Dream #14: It's early morning. There's a knock at my door. I get out of bed and peer warily through the peephole. Someone has left me an odd parcel complete with a light bulb and straw bedding. Inside of it a baby chick nests sweetly, waiting to be let in. I don't remember ordering it. I recall that hatchlings can survive for 72 hours on the nourishment their egg provides and decide to go back to bed. I can figure out what to do with it later.
Strata of meaning:
-I would like to raise chickens but as a renter, do not have the setup.
-I need to prepare for an imminent interview, but am afraid of getting my hopes up.
-My biological clock is ticking
Did you catch the "peephole" pun?
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Valleys of Dream
night.jpg)
source: by caballosblancos
"Ah, the strange, sweet lonely delight
Of the Valleys of Dream."
-William Sharp (pseudonym Fiona McLeod)
"Ah, the strange, sweet lonely delight
Of the Valleys of Dream."
-William Sharp (pseudonym Fiona McLeod)
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