Dream #60: P and I enrolled in a painting class. Instead of working on the given assignments, I would get up during class and wander aimlessly around the studio. I felt blocked and couldn't summon the will to get started. On the fourth day, the instructor confronted me. She informed me that I was failing, but that if I made up the missed assignments I could still earn an incomplete.
I was determined to make things right, but when I returned to my empty canvas, I just sat and stared. Everyone else was making it look so easy.
creative block, fear of failure, revisiting the past
Monday, November 14, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Through the Cracks

Dream #59: My husband and I are hiking along a huge rock formation. Something about the site feels ancient and sacred. As I clamber up the rocks, I notice the leg of a small child protruding from a hollow below. Startled, I point it out to P.
I am too afraid to look any closer, but P crawls down to investigate. To my surprise, he retrieves a young girl. She is weak from dehydration and on the verge of death. How long has she been lying there? Who could have let this happen?
We return her to safety, but wonder and worry about her ultimate fate.
I recently started working with disadvantaged children and think that this dream has much to do with that. My husband is also my hero in waking life.
I am too afraid to look any closer, but P crawls down to investigate. To my surprise, he retrieves a young girl. She is weak from dehydration and on the verge of death. How long has she been lying there? Who could have let this happen?
We return her to safety, but wonder and worry about her ultimate fate.
I recently started working with disadvantaged children and think that this dream has much to do with that. My husband is also my hero in waking life.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
The Plot

Dream #58: My friend T asked me to take over an empty plot at the community garden. I planned to plant quinoa and chickpeas.
nerdy!
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Taurus

source: by gnackgnackgnack
Dream #57: There was a bull running amok in the street. A crowd gathered around to gawk, but I stayed back because I was afraid I could get trampled. It was thrashing wildly and shattering shop windows. It was completely out of control.
A certain 3-year-old I know has been struggling with tantrums. ;)
A certain 3-year-old I know has been struggling with tantrums. ;)
Monday, September 12, 2011
Peach Blossom Spring
Guest Dream #2: This beautiful postcard comes from Yue in Beijing, who dreams of swimming through the air!
Friday, August 26, 2011
Dreams are Real

"People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes."
-Neil Gaiman
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Evacuation

Dream #56: I heard alarm bells. There was a radiation leak on campus and everyone had to evacuate. Some of the chemists I know got excited and took their Geiger counters and other equipment out in order to investigate. Skateboard in hand, I headed home. I was just grateful for the respite from work.
I don't skate!
Friday, August 19, 2011
Facade

Dream #55: I had forgotten all about a presentation I was supposed to give! My stomach sank as I checked the schedule posted to the auditorium doors. I had just four hours left to prepare. Maybe there was a way to finagle an extension?
Ugh, I guess I'll just have to wing it...
It wasn't going to be pretty, but at least I would show up. I planned to wear a white, plastic mask.
Ugh, I guess I'll just have to wing it...
It wasn't going to be pretty, but at least I would show up. I planned to wear a white, plastic mask.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Menagerie
Dream #54: An old friend was hosting a house party, but I was hesitant to attend. After some deliberation I decided to go. Upon arrival, the lawn was full of debris and dozens of live animals.
source: by ~ Sandy ~

Were these her pets? I hope she is taking care of them...
As I entered the house, I was greeted by friends and someone offered me a drink. It was made of crushed ice and a dark purple syrup. They said it was a "Ravenswood Slush."
As I entered the house, I was greeted by friends and someone offered me a drink. It was made of crushed ice and a dark purple syrup. They said it was a "Ravenswood Slush."
source: by rhiiiiiii
I tried to make small talk by asking if anyone had an interesting dream to share and internally plotted escape.
Discomfort, concern. "Ravenswood" wine??
I tried to make small talk by asking if anyone had an interesting dream to share and internally plotted escape.
Discomfort, concern. "Ravenswood" wine??
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