Flying in a wild wind, I mate mid-air with an alien, get pregnant, change sex, fight the inlaws...
CAUTION: DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME
As Red Emma said, "If I can't dance, I don't want to be part of your revolution..."
My intuition led me to a panel discussion of women artists, just to hear one single sentence...
Ariana's a brilliant young writer, but how she plans to escape her family is alarming...
CAUTION: TEEN PREGNANCY, SKIN MAGS, HORRIBLE CAREER PLANNING
While building the World Dream Bank, I dream a hacker says
"certain remarkable sites get free fast access; you should apply..."
Why this site? Because if I'm around when you see my dream art, I feel like THIS...
Jaundiced dreams of an art show spell out just how deeply I reject the rules behind modern art...
After a day of enduring reverse sexism, a silly dream of giant banana slugs turns out to be psychic...
CAUTION: ANTIMALE SEXISM
Two rivals stand for reason & intuition. Why can't they
cooperate, see each others' virtues? Trained insecurity...
I dreamed this was in our civic museum: a painting of the central
dynamo of our world finally erupting: the Businessman in Anguish.
Decision by decision, we made our way down immense rock crags. Below, I had to put out a deadly fire,
a fire as solid as wood or stone, with a white staff. What am I really trying to calm?
Coyote invades an abstract painting to expose why the art world loves that high-concept, impersonal art...
I DREAM I'm discussing art with a critic who's been hard on my paintings. But now he's friendly!
TWO HOURS LATER: he calls, interviews me about my new show, then publishes a nice review...
A spinoff band sues the original group for playing their own songs and using their own name...
I meet Envy, that pushy, ambitious rock singer from the Scott Pilgrim books.
She's kind of sabotaging herself--but then don't I go too far the other way?
I'm trying to hump the entire State of California. In public,
too. What brought THIS on? Well, actually, I know...
CAUTION: OBSCENE SITUATION--AND TITLE. OOPS, TOO LATE.
For two years, I sat at the desk in our co-op gallery, and
secretly sketched our bewildered, art-assaulted customers...
When I see that grim museum shit I start giggling "Boy art!" The guards glare, so I go home and paint like this.
CAUTION: NUDITY, SEX TALK, LUST FAIRIES AND FLYING TEENY WEENIES
My bedroom's full of magenta squares with stuff glued on. The room glows pink.
A girl who's an expert on the marketing of such installation art gives me advice...
Then I wake to find my housemate Sarah filling our flat with an installation of magenta...
CAUTION: APPARENT E.S.P.
The comics industry degenerates into civil war. We peddle all night to avoid the Marvel...
My "friends" pull me away from the girl of my dreams, push booze & pot at me,
and won't even try to climb the rope to success. But Marvin saves Evel Knievel
from a motorcycle crash. Sounds good--until, ten years later, I hear how Marvin died...
CAUTION: GRIM AFTERMATH
At last, I get shown in the museum! Sort of. Homeless people sell my art from carts in the lobby. Stolen!...
At first no one seems interested in my mural-design for the inside of the City Hall dome, but...
Why don't I push for more art shows? I asked how I feel at shows of my own work, and this came out...
Dreams of translucent fairies, centaurs, robots & gnomes prompt me to cartoon
on transparent overlays to show how dreamworlds overlay ours...
I hang my artshow, but cut my palm. So I dream of a palm tree whose only problem is the road it's by...
by Wayan; 2017/2/5, an advisory dream fusing Aldous Huxley & My Little Pony.
My new housemate Pinkie is a party animal, but she's really nice. She climbs a high ladder to help wash my
Windows of Perception. Then our unicorn friend Rarity walks in. She warns me to pace this renovation project...
CAUTION: PONIES
My friend the Polygamous Pilot is up in an ice-storm, hanging powerlines on the sky, when...
A disintegrating board game reminds me to take time to enjoy things beyond work and activism...
CAUTION: NUDITY, TRANSGENDER, ASTROLOGY
An artist I know dismisses her (gorgeous) art as just therapy... while the museums are full of trash. Why?
In my dreams, a co-worker tells me HER dreams. Their
focus is so unlike mine! Dream goals really differ...
My friend's ignorant of our local Congressional race. I loathe Pombo
and like his rival McNerney, but can't pronounce his name right...
I feel horrified--how publishers will batten on the sufferings of junkey musicians... unbearable...