Nocturnes
Still, nocturnes happen. Not often, but... to me, dreams acknowledging the night--their own matrix--are special. Like pearls acknowledging oysters; like diamonds crediting clay.
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ABOVE SOCIETY: by Jayci Ferrimani; c. 1998, painting of a flying dream with a point I flew over a forest. I noted the trees were all the same, and told myself to remember this... |
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AIR PIRATES IN FAERIE: by Wayan; 1984/8/25, a complex predictive dream DREAM: The future. A party. A woman spills her drink on my white pants. Off to Faerie, where fruit trees are mean... NEXT DAY: I do not wear white pants to Sally's party. So? A woman spills her drink on Sally's white pants... DAY AFTER: I open a book on musicals & see a shot from The Wizard of Oz: Dorothy baiting an angry fruit tree... CAUTION: PREDICTIVE |
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ANGELUNE: by Wayan; 1999/5/10 acrylic painting The joyful animal-angel I feel myself to be in my happiest dreams. |
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ANIMANGEL: by Wayan, 1983/10/1-2010/7/22! An ink portrait-poem of my clashing guardian angels My loud, spiky, tailed angel of change and potential, and my calm, skeptical devil of gradualism--a star-nosed mole... |
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ANOREXIA NIRVANA: by Wayan; 1993, a digital picture-poem of astral temptation. I was anorexic for years; I only mastered it when I saw it was a hunger for the spirit world... |
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THE ANTLIAN JUDGE: by Wayan; 1997/6/29, an otherworldly dream. On an alien world I meet a judge from the newly discovered galaxy of Antlia, and learn distance can lend objectivity... |
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ARAGORN'S LIVER: by Wayan; 1983/1/29, a health-warning nightmare. I'm a hobbit in Silicon Valley, stalking Ring-wraiths down El Camino. But one of them's stalking me... CAUTION: VIOLENCE, HYPNOTIC GASLIGHTING |
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AS IF WE CARED: by Wayan; 1984/9/17, a psychological sex dream. A burglar-girl and I spy on the neighbors together and we learn a weird Zen lesson on commitment... CAUTION: SEX TALK |
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AS OTHERS SEE US: by Wayan; 1993/12/3, a socially astute flying dream. We're orphans learning to fly by night, when others can't see and define us... |
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AT THE DOOR: by Emily Y. Chan, 2019/3/20 or before; nightmare dream sketch There was a tall man wearing a mask standing at the door. At least I think it was a mask... |
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BEAR VERSUS CHAINSAW: by Wayan; 2022/4/22; a political nightmare hinting at a solution Night. Home alone. A huge bear breaks in! To defend myself, I have a chainsaw. Curiously, an electric not a gas-powered chainsaw... |
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BELLE OF THE BALL: by Bonnie; 2006/5/2, a sexy ghost dream I’ll win a house if I can survive a night in the Haunted Pavilion! But it turns out I’ve been here before--before I was born... CAUTION: GHOST ORGY |
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BIRDS ON FIRE: by Wayan; 2008/9/15, a political dream-poem, Dreamverse #26 George Bush leads a hill-tribe raid against the hill-tribe led by Osama bin Laden... and I'm stuck between... CAUTION: ANTI-HEROES, POLITICAL PREDICTION |
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THE BLACK WAVE: by Wayan, 2016/10/18, a poem on a hypnogogic healing dream After days sick, I open myself to unseen spirits and let a black wavefront go through me--and the healing begins. But what did I let in? CAUTION: MYSTICISM & FETISHISM DON'T MIX |
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BLACKGROUND: by Wayan; 2023/3/14-4/4, a booklet of improv paintings on dreamwork Inspired by Lynda Barry, I fill a black-paged book with 20 improv paintings. They grow into a tour of my dreamwork led my anima Silky, a nightmare... |
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BREAK THE SCRIPT: by Wayan; 1993/6/19-20, two advisory dreams A sexy encounter with two robotic girls hopping a night train outside Portland... CAUTION: THREESOME |
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BRETON NUNNERY: by Mabel Morison, August 1911, a dream of a stranger's passing Touring Bretagne, I lodged in a nunnery. At 1 AM I saw by moonlight an old woman at my table. I later learned that old woman died at 1 AM that night; for many years, my room had been hers... |
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CAMPFIRE GIRLS: by Wayan, 1984/2/1, a predictive musical dreamlet. That night: I dream two teenage girls behind me mockingly croon the Girl Scout or Campfire Girls theme song... Next evening: the two teens next door invite friends over to smoke, snicker and sing "Join the Campfire Girls"... CAUTION: WILL BOTHER ESP SKEPTICS |
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CANDLEPOWER by Wayan, 1987/9/15, a predictive dreamlet DREAM: Outage! I bike through dark streets. One bay window glows--room lit by a glowing woman reflected in many mirrors... NEXT EVE: Outage! I bike home through dark streets. One bay window glows--room lit by candles reflected in many mirrors... CAUTION: NUDITY; APPARENT E.S.P. |
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THE CAT: by David B.; 1991/9/24, an eerie sculpture come alive In the woods outside a modern art museum, I'm being stalked by Giacometti's huge skeletal cat... |
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CENTAUR AND STAR: by Wayan; 1994; digital portrait of recurring dream figure I'm a centaur. I never left Eden. I'm still in the Garden. You are too, every night, in dreams... CAUTION: BREASTS |
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CHARLIE'S KITCHEN: by Deirdre Barrett, c.2016; a dream of night life I'm walking through Harvard Square late at night. Buildings are lit up festively, but it's pretty deserted. I notice creatures scampering around up on the roofs.... |
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THE COMING DARK: by Jenny Badger Sultan, 2002/3/2; a dream on one disaster averted, and one... not. I climb down a cliff before night strands me; but in town, risky adolescent games cause a crash... |
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CONRAD'S CRASH: by Jessie Conrad, 1905?, a clairvoyant or telepathic nightmare Night. Rain. A hansom cab. The horse slips on the wet pavement, toppling the cab with my husband inside. I woke sure it happened. Next morning a postman tried to tell me of the crash, but I told him... |
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COSMIC ORGY: by Wayan, 1971/8/31, an early, taboo-smashing, mystical flying sex dream I've turned into my sister; and she's turned into me. We try sex. A wolf lopes by and joins us. The energy from our orgy lifts us into space. Moons planets stars swim by as we float and fuck... CAUTION: CARTOON ORGY IN SPACE |
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CYCLOTRON OF FLOWERS: by Wayan; 2015/9/13, a surreal dreamscene done as an imagist poem Night. Rider and mount gallop in a ring, leaving a luminous spiral wake of glowing flowers. Power builds, but when the spiral gate opens, where will it lead? |
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DIANE DUANE'S DRAGON: by Wayan; 1994/2/27, a predictive dream image. A quiet, mysterious dream image that turned out to refer to the future, not the past... |
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DIURNAL AND NOCTURNAL WORLDS: by Wayan; 1993/11/8, an epic dream of the multiverse. Round the ring of twelve worlds and their twelve gods, seeking one god who's giving me grief... |
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DON'T YOU HEAR THAT WHISTLE BLOWIN...: by Denise Levertov; 1974/9/6; a dream poem 4 AM. A train wakes us all. We watch it pass, thinking of lost friends. And then I wake again to find... |
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A DREAM by Barry Cornwall, before 1819; a dream of a mytho-historical tour I go back 3000 years to the Judgment of Paris, then at Babylon's height see King Nebuchadnezzar, then the doomed lovers Antony & Cleopatra, then Triton and the Nereids celebrating a divine birth... CAUTION: DENSE CLASSICAL REFERENCES |
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THE DREAM: by John Hollander; spring 1974; a painful dream-poem I find my lover sharing our secret joke with another. But I already knew I'd lost her! Why'd my dream salt the wound? |
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THE DREAM: by Theodore Roethke; before 1958; a dream-poem? Or not? A mysterious night-encounter with a shapeshifting spiritwoman as elusive as Roethke’s poetry... |
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DREAM, 1927: by Marc Chagall, 1927 I guess! A flying dream A woman rides draped over a giant rabbit who somersaults through the night sky... |
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DREAM DANCE: by Allan Goldhammer, 2004-6; a dream-poem A high place at night. The lights of a great city below. I step off into the air, and dance... |
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DREAM OF A DREAM OF NIGHT: by Robert Watson; 1960s, a dream-poem The goddess of Night is in love with me, but I'm married, and tired, and just full of excuses... |
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A DREAM OF HELL by Herbert Palmer, 1919; recurring nightmares of loneliness I'm in Hell. No fire, no guilt. Just endless forests under the moon. My mother paints endlessly but never gets it right. A sunny day, but I can't go out to play. Cut off... CAUTION: DEPRESSION |
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A DREAM SESTINA: by Donald Justice, late 1950s? A nightmare-poem. "But what is wrong with my friends' faces? Why have they changed that way to wood?" |
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DREAMS IN WAR TIME: by Amy Lowell; c. 1917, a chain of seven small dream-poems Terse dreamlets quietly catch World War I's effect. Faith died in the trenches... |
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EARLY MORNING DREAM: by Brian Cronwall, c.1986, a surreal dreamlet turned poem Night. Heads shaved, in loose-fitting gray robes, the young men swing from eave to eave. Two lose their grips. Hard fall. Blood. Assistants call ambulances. Others swing on, house to house, before dawn... |
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EGGHOPE: by Wayan; 1995. Digital painting of puzzling nondream vision Night thoughts. Are they eggs? Dreams? Worlds? Phases of the moon? CAUTION: NEGATIVE BREASTS |
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THE ETHICAL CANNIBAL: by Wayan; 1993/7/25, a health-advice dream?. I meet a man who's lived centuries on an all-cannibal diet. He has ethics, though: he sticks to roadkill! Except... CAUTION: EEEUUGH! |
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EXPLOITED UNICORN: by Wayan, 2019/1/11, a disturbing dreamlet Night, downtown. A unicorn in tears, chained to her... barker? owner? pimp? "Just $300" he yells. But for what? Magic? Sex? Healing? CAUTION: PROSTITUTION? SLAVERY? GIG ECONOMY? |
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THE EXPOSURE OF HUMANITY TO THE VACUUM OF SPACE; 1999/6/5 by Anonymous #37; a brief apocalyptic nightmare One patch of the night sky had a huge number of stars compared to the rest; there was no atmosphere in that portion of the sky... |
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EYE AND I by Wayan; 1999/11/15, a drawing that shifts me into a new way of seeing I met a colorblind artist with an amazing grayscale sense. He inspire me to draw a huge eye full of abstract shapes in gray, trying to see his way... |
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EYES IN THE BLACK SQUARE: by Mark Varitz and Wayan; dreamed 1985/1/14, telepathic or shared dreams WAYAN: I wake deep in the night. From the black square of a curtainless window, eyes are peering in at me... MARK: I wake to find a black square trapdoor in my bedroom ceiling. From the dark above, eyes peer in at me... |
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FANTASTIC RIDE: by Marie-Claude Girondé, spring 2007?, a dream painting. The dreamer overflows from her egg, spills out to become a waterfall, a stampede of horses... |
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THE FEARFUL INSECT by Nancy Price; 1948, an episodic circular nightmare unified by a leitmotif A bug with a horse-skull face reappears all through this nightmare of betrayal. I only know I feared it... |
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A FILM-ORIENTED DREAM: by William Desowitz, spring 1980; dream collaging four diverse movies I fondle the noses of two masked girls in red leotards--parodying part of a Clockwork Orange... I'm excited to see Last Year at Marienbad, but either the actors mumble or the sound is bad... Night. I fly, as in Fellini's 8½, but out of control. The wind takes me, I'm terrified... My grandmother attacks me with her crab-claw, then retreats, chanting the film title Shoeshine! |
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FLOWERS IN THE BASEMENT: by Emily Y. Chan, 2024/3/2 or before; dream painting sketch I had to prepare the house for a party, but the basement was flooded. I thought I could decorate it with some floating flowers anyway, but they kept dissolving or sinking... |
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THE FLYING HORSES OF MIEN MO: by Jack Kerouac, Nov/Dec? 1957, a persistent numinous image I'm in Mexico. The mountain of the gods looms over Coyacan. Around it, silhouetted on the rising moon, wheel terrifying griffinlike winged horses wearing capes... |
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FOUR LOVERS: by Wayan; c.1990/11/30; digital painting based on recurrent dream A recurring dream of a fourway marriage of animal people. I don't think it's symbolic, but predictive... CAUTION: FURRY SEX |
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FOXES: by Wayan; 1989/4/12. Digital nondream painting. Long ago I saw a marvelous Hiroshige print of a fox convocation, lit by moon and foxfires... CAUTION: LESBIAN SPOOKS |
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FROM THE BOOK OF TIME: by Mary Oliver; c.1998, a poem of a transformation-dream The white horse, Earth, ambles on between the stars, and then unfolds into a swan... |
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FULL MOON KIDNAP: by Wayan; 2018/4/30, a dream warning that recurrent illness shapes the psyche Every full moon, kidnappers jump me. Sometimes I escape, but when they succeed, they torture me till the moon wanes. They're careful to leave no physical scars... |
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THE FURNITURE: by Wayan; 1989/2/17, a dream on my sixth sense My sister Althea meditates. Her aura gets so quiet that I mistake her for furniture! I'm that blind to the physical... CAUTION: ABOUT AURAS |
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HER GESTURED ROUTE: by Wayan; 1984/6/16, a dream poem. How's it feel to be an anima off the job? Is it lonely, when no one even believes you're a real person? |
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THE GHOST IN MIRIEL'S BUG: by Miriel & Wayan; 1985/10/1, an apparently shared dream WAYAN: I dream a transparent ghost steals my sister Miriel's white VW bug... MIRIEL: I dream about a ghost and my old white VW bug that was stolen... CAUTION: E.S.P. CLAIM |
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GIMME YOUR CAR: by Wayan; 1987/9/16, a predictive/warning dreamlet Dream: a woman wants to drive my old hippie bus. But a tire's missing! She pushes. I don't think it's safe... Next evening: my housemate wants to drive my old hippie bus. She pushes, but I don't think it's safe... |
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A GLUM BAR: by Wayan; 2000/4/12, the quietest of nightmares. My house is a bar that never closes. You know what a gay bar is. Well, we're the opposite: a.... CAUTION: BAD VIBES |
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GOLD VERSUS DIAMONDS: by Wayan; 1972/1/20, a shameful dream fable. We're children seeking gold in a fairy wood. We meet some elf-kids, chase them off, and dig where they played. Then their parents show up... CAUTION: INTERSPECIES BULLYING |
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A GOTHIC TALE: by Roswila; 2000/4/7, a dream-poem Nightwalkers lured our empath away. We come to their castle to rescue her. But she's pregnant with magic. Will she come or stay? |
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GURU IN BLUE: by Wayan, 1990/5/10, a dream-poem of BEING a nightmare I want to meet my friends' spiritual teacher, but he cowers, runs from me in horror. I chase him yelling "BOO!" Why am I acting as his nightmare? I don't know... |
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HALF'S HARD: by Wayan; 2014/11/24, a frustration dream hiding a diagnosis and prescription Night. Broken metal sculptures, a welder too horny to weld safely, and a steel panther longing to be whole and loved... CAUTION: KINKY SCULPTUROPHILIA |
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HEADLESS NAG: by Jules Engel; 1975/5/25, nightmare of a corpse that won't quit Every good party leaves a corpse or two. Cleaning up, I behead this one and drag it across the street to the empty lot where we leave them. But its throat forms a toothless mouth and starts biting--well, gumming me... |
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HIPPIE MISSILES: by Wayan, 1990/7/23, twin dreams of risky leaps leading to flight 1: I try to grow feathers and fly, but half-fail, half-succeed--experience two bodies at once... 2: I fly to escape a hippie cult. They fire heat-seeking missiles! But I may be too cool to track... |
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HOWL: by Wayan; June 1983, a picture-poem on a daydream of deep time Surely the dinosaurs were as vocal as their little cousins, the birds. But bass to the birds' soprano! So when dinos sang to the moon... |
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HUNG BY ELDER: by Wayan; 1997/7/30, a nightmare. A disowned heiress and I sneak onto the family estate, but they'll go pretty far to hide their skeletons... CAUTION: VIOLENCE |
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HUNTERS: by Emily Y. Chan, c.2020/12/12, 2024/3/23, and 2024/4/13, paintings of recurrent dreams First I met an assassin girl who could raise dust storms; then a monster-hunted named Rho; then I was the hunter, with a futuristic hovercycle and low-tech bow and arrows... |
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IN MY DARKEST HOUR: by Arlo Guthrie; 1967, a song heard in a dream. A man in a castle plots against his enemies, while his rebel-daughter meets her lover outside... |
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IN THE BIG BURN: by Wayan; 1997/7/22, a postnuclear dream. I love a girl who wants to settle in a radioactive jungle, a scar from an ancient war. Stay or go? |
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IN THE NIGHT OF 13 OCTOBER, 1942: by Peter Birkhäuser; 1942/10/13, a shamanic dream painted Sept. 1975. Sybelle & I climbed the cathedral spire. Bravely she kissed the monstrous guardian, exhaling blue light. My own challenge was to leap across an abyss, under the luminous eye of God... |
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JOVIAN REVOLUTION: by Wayan; 1987/2/22, a dream-poem of another life. Deep in Jupiter's atmosphere it's dark as a moonlit night, but warm; we sail a world-sea. And mutiny against our commanders! Clouds clear to a red dawn... CAUTION: RED POLITICS, GREEN NUDITY |
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JUNG'S DRAGONS: by Carl Jung, 1917/1/17 to mid-1922; recurring dream/trance figures Jung's visions of dragons evolve from fiery destroyers to thieves who can be forced to give up treasure to peacful, luminous guardians of the sacred... |
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THE KANGAROO EXECUTOR: by Wayan; 2023/7/3, a surreal dream poem The will named a strange executor: a kangaroo. Turns out there's some logic to it: executors need burglar-skills, and few quadrupeds can climb in bedroom windows... |
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THE KEY IS HERE, BUT BEWARE; 2012/3/8 by Eleanor; nested nightmares of enlightenment The moment I find the Key, I'm possessed! I wake to find it's just a nightmare. Only who's broken into my house?... CAUTION: DEMONIC POSSESSION & EVERYDAY PSYCHOPATHS |
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KITSUNE (FOX-GIRL) BY MOONLIGHT: by Wayan; 2002/5/1 dream prompting a paint experiment In a Japanese house I met a charming red-headed girl and had this weird urge to scratch her pointed ears. Oh! She's a kitsune!... |
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LAKOTA TRAINSCAPES: by Wayan; 2018/10/30, art seen in an anti-lucid dream In a general store on a High Plains rez, I find two surreal collaged postcards. If only this were a dream they'd qualify for the World Dream Bank, but sadly, it isn't. Right? CAUTION: STUPID, STUPID CONSCIOUS! |
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LIGHTING THE TORCH: by Peter Birkhäuser; dreamed June 1974, painted Sept. '74. In the dark, a dragonlike god of fire stretched out one claw to courteously light my own small torch... |
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LITTLE NEMO'S BED: by Winsor McCay; c. 1906, a famous if probably fictional dream icon Little Nemo's bed gets restless and takes him for a wild ride through town and up onto roofs... |
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THE LIVERPOOL TREE: by Carl Jung, 1927/1/2; a World Tree dream painted as a mandala In dark, grimy, rainy Liverpool, a friend shows me a park with an islet in a pond, where a great magnolia tree shines--an oasis of light... |
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LOST ANT: by William Blake; late 1780s; a dream-poem, one of his Songs of Innocence A glowworm and nightwatch beetle help out a lost crying ant-woman. It's not always a bug-eat-bug world... |
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A LOST STATION ON THE TOKAIDO: by Wayan; erasable crayon, 1981/12/6. A nondream vision. A tribute to Hiroshige's moonlit landscape prints of the lonely roads of old Japan... |
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A LOVE AFFAIR: by David B.; 1993/3/23, a 11-page comic of a dark dream My lover's face is shadowed and we are never alone together. Things slip from film-noir to open nightmare when... CAUTION: SEX, DEATH, GUILT |
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LUNAMOTH (Around #11): by Wayan; soon after 1998/8/7; 2 portraits of a dream-self, one digital, one acrylic Day Me curls up and Night Me unfolds: a girl with dark moth-wings, not angel-white but camouflaged... |
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LYNX: by Peter Birkhäuser; Sept? 1976, his last dream-painting, facing his death The Lynx, my dream-god, comes for me at last... |
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MARTHA'S FALL: by Barbara, Martha, and Wayan; 1977/5/18. 3 linked warning, sex, and flying dreams
Wayan makes love to Martha's double, then sees her soul watching from the shadows... Barbara can't reach Wayan to say farewell... Martha falls off a mountain and decides to let herself die, just to see what happens... CAUTION: SEX, ABUSE ISSUES |
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MARVEL PATROLS: by Rick Veitch; c.1995; a punning nightmare on being an independent cartoonist The comics industry degenerates into civil war. We peddle all night to avoid the Marvel... |
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MASTER OF THE HOUSE OF DUSK: by Wayan; 1994/10/10, an initiatory dream. |
MELTDOWN VALLEY: by Wayan; 1993/2/13, a dream of scrupulous balance. |
A park in San Francisco has melted into a bizarre mutation-zone. Its guardian is a lonely elf-woman... CAUTION: ELF NUDITY |
MOM AND CHILD UNDER MOON: by Wayan; 1984? Ink, 11 x 14", nondream sketch. |
Slightly based on a print in our bathroom when I was growing up--Picasso or Mary Cassatt? |
MOON BLOOMS: by Wayan; 1997/7/22, a dream on traces of love. |
Everyone has a personal moon. At first, mine disappointed me, till a bard dumped his trash on it, and... |
MORTAL MIST: by Wayan; 2010/10/19, a lucid dream of a new sort for me |
I miss all sorts of cues I'm dreaming, but I ignore my conviction I'm awake and try to fly anyway... |
MUNCH'S BLUFF: by Wayan; 11x14", 1983. Nondream erasable crayon |
A sea-scape somewhat in the style of Edvard Munch: midnight-sun madness with a hint of suicide... |
MY DREAM OF CELIBACY: by Sibbie O'Sullivan, c.1984, a flirty lost-opportunity mermaid dream |
I lie on the bottom of the pool. The life guard lifts me in his strong arms. We flirt till my legs fuse, ready to go deep; but he says "It's only a part-time job" and turns away. In day, the highschool pool lies empty, widowed of water... |
MY GATE: by Wayan; 1996/5/29; a bizarre, joyful dream; 4-page comic (or ill. text version) |
The full moon rises: I become Weregirl, do the Moondance, and gnaw open the lock on my heart... CAUTION: MOONING |
NIGHT-BLIND: by Wayan, 2023/9/14, a dream incubated for another |
My sister Miriel asks me to ask my dreams if it's safe for her to get cataracts removed. I find myself in her body, biking at night--near-blind. Surgery has risks, but this is riskier! |
A NIP IN THE EVENING: by Wayan; ink 1980 tinted 2000; daydream image. |
Like a lot of playful beasts, I like a friendly nip in the evening... |
NISROCK: by Dolores, 2001 or earlier; a predictive dream |
DREAM: a man tries to break into my house. I call for help; the operator says "Oh, that's Nisrock." DAYS LATER: I open a book on the unconscious. It says Nisrock was a Babylonian god of dreams... CAUTION: BAD MYTHOGRAPHY |
NOCTURNE: by Wayan; 2023/9/20, a book of improv paintings on dreams |
Inspired by Shaun Tan, I fill a black-paged photo album with 36 improv paintings. They become a tour of my dreamworld, led by my anima Silky, a literal nightmare... CAUTION: FURRY NUDITY, WEIRD DREAM IDEAS |
OH LEAD MY REM SOUL ON: by Wayan, 1991/9/2 silk painting of shamanic dream process |
I rise in animal form, and fly to a world as coherent as this one, guided by a greenhaired girl... CAUTION: NUDITY |
ON DRAGONS: by Roswila; July 1986, three poems of dragon dreams |
The first two dragons numb my pain. I demand it back, and soon regret my haste. But the third dragon I seduce, for I'm a dragon now... |
ON THE NIGHT RIDE HOME: by Wayan; 1971/11/8, a dream-poem on pushing past prejudice |
As I bike home at night, strange doings--a rat is sacrificed; gemstones delivered; an astronaut shows glowing alien objects; a second rat becomes a... firefighter? |
ORBITING MOM: by Wayan; 1997/1/7, an uh-oh dream. |
I'm trying to get a moontan when my mom appears. My astral body starts orbiting her like a moon. Uh-oh... |
OTTO PREMINGER: by Gayle Delaney; 1972 or '73, a dream on dreamwork! |
I DREAM I'm in the mansion of my favorite film producer, Otto Preminger. Then I learn it's my home! I WAKE realizing I'm the producer of my dreams--not some impersonal, instinctive Unconscious... |
OVER THE VOLCANO: by AE (George Russell); c.1900, an embarkation dream. |
We're spirits over a volcanic fountain of energy. And some of us prepare to ride the current up to... CAUTION: ASSUMES MYSTICAL LITERACY |
OWL GUARDIAN: by Wayan; 1986/6/6, a psychic dreamlet |
A giant luminous guardian owl baffles and intimidates me but after seeing a play next evening, it makes more sense... |
OWLOVERS: by Wayan; 1992, digital painting of vivid daydream. |
My dreams mix sex with warmth, grief, even silliness, but what's with the owls? Bewildering... CAUTION: WEIRD ORGY |
PALACE OF GOOD POLICY: by Wayan; 2023/11/2, an anti-cynical political dream |
One night I meet a robot and an alien staring in a shop window at a photo of a Gothic chapel. They're shocked--it's a Galactic legend, the Palace of Good Policy. Pure myth! Or is it? |
A PILGRIM DREAMING: by Denise Levertov; 1977? a dream poem |
A man I loved goes into the Jungian depths, but when his anima appears in the mirror-pool, his nerve fails... |
THE PLANTER OF SEEDS: by Victoria Goro-Rapoport, 2011, print based on recurring dreams |
I often dream I'm lost in a strange city, wandering the unfamiliar streets in search of something unknown, and possibly unknowable... |
THE POWER OF MOONLIGHT: by Carla Young, 2010/1/2; painting of a dream image |
I wish I could be as body-free as my neighbor Jenna, hiking nude under the full moon... |
POX: by Wayan; 2021/2/10, a short undream poem |
Smallpox is extinct. No need to worry. But the pocked face of the rising moon reminds me malice, madness, incompetence and black-market greed, our four horsemen, aren't extinct... CAUTION: ODE TO SMALLPOX, WHAT DO YOU EXPECT? |
THE PROWLER: by Wayan; 1997/2/4, an anti-nightmare. |
My sister hears a prowler. I go out blind in the dark, and learn she's right. But what a strange intruder! |
PYRAMID POWER: by Wayan; 1981/2/2, a dream of love and time. |
We drive into a zone of perpetual night to see Sweet Melinda, but veins of light burst across the landscape, and our time-path splits! I'm living two lives at once... |
QUOD VITAE: by Rene Descartes; 1619/11/11, three mystical dreams. |
In one night Descartes had three dreams convincing him he had to change the course of his life... |
R101 AIRSHIP CRASH: by R.W. Boyd; 1930/10/3, a predictive dream |
A large airship crashed onto a hilltop and burst into flame, silhouetting people who tried to escape, but... |
RACCOON MOON: by Wayan; 1993/11/22; a short psychic dream. |
A precognitive dream about levitating snake girls, raccoons, and lunar eclipses. CAUTION: MY SNAKE BREASTS |
REBORN IMMORTAL: by Reneta Scian; 2010/1/3, a three-stage flying dream |
First I try to break the sound barrier like my girlfriend. Nope! Then I fly slowly to her apartment. Nothing flashy, but I make it. Last, I zoom back to ancient China, where I find a candle-lit shrine dedicated to... me? |
REFLECTIONS IN THE POOL: by Wayan; 184K total, 2 panoramas; a 1994/7/2 dream. |
Night. A mirror-maze of contradictory preachings. But in the secret mermaid pool, I find love. Then... sphinx-angels war in the air! A war of riddles. Can I, a batwinged devil, make peace? CAUTION: SEX, NUDITY, MEAN ANGELS, AND ONE HAPPY DEVIL |
RING-DUEL: by Wayan; dreamed 1988/12/21; a transformation dream on reclaiming your power |
A mad scientist sneaks me into a museum that holds the Ring of Power I made at 14. I put it on, and slip into the spirit world--as a dragon! An ice-drake sent by Sauron comes to duel me for my Ring... |
ROAR!: by Wayan; 2000/4/3, a nightmare transformed by a bluff |
Night. A jungle full of prowling lions and leopards. So naturally, I get up on a rock and roar back... |
ROGER AND TINA: by Lisa Horton Zimmerman; 1991?; a gender-bent dream |
As Roger, I can't get enough of Tina, though I know she lies and steals. After she vanishes with my leather jacket, I hunt for her. Spot her shoplifting, and I want to catch her, but let go at last... |
SCISSORS AND FOX-FLIGHT: by Wayan; 1996/8/20, a marsupial flying dream. |
Camping in strange mountains (Australia?), I can't sleep. So I nightwalk, and find I'm changing... |
SECRET SCREEN: by Wayan; 2018/4/19 and 2018/5/16, three linked dreamlets of escape |
A friend nags me to be lookout as he steals a cult's papers. I know it'll end in murder, but foresight paralyzes me! In a videogame that keeps freezing unplayably, I find a button calling up a secret screen of second chances... I'm lost in a grim basement, but two kids show me a cobwebbed glass door you can walk through like air... |
SERAFINA AND RAM DASS: by Wayan; a 2000/11/6 dream anticipating an 11/9 experience with auras |
A Finnish shaman/witch gives me a lesson in night flying; in the waking world I meet Ram Dass and sense him speak astrally before his body can get the words out... CAUTION: HIGH MYSTICAL QUOTIENT; IF ALLERGIC, AVOID |
SILKY'S BRIDGE: by Wayan, with brief parallel dream by Liz; 1987/5/7, apparent shared dreams |
WAYAN: I'm a cat climbing on sea-cliffs. Fear I'll fall. Run into Silky, an archer firing a line across to an islet. Now the Deer People can build their gossamer bridge... LIZ: I was hiking along a trail atop sea-cliffs. But I feared I'd fall... |
THE SILVER CORD: by Wayan, 1993; digital poster of dreamwork advice.. |
An astral travel advisory. You'll fly better, if (before you leave your body) you... |
SKUNK SEEKS THAILAND: by Jim Shaw; c.1994, a dreamlet of shamanic kindness |
One night I meet a giant talking skunk and its pup, who asks how to walk to Thailand... |
SLEEPERS ALL: by Wayan; 2008/8/22, a dream poem, Dreamverse #12 |
I dream I'm an insomniac trapped in a flat full of snoring writers and reporters. Wait a minute... |
SOME THINGS ARE DARK: by Edna St Vincent Millay; 1948??, a poem narrated by Nightmare |
Millay, suffering from nightmares, decides to speak from Nightmare's point of view... |
SORRY, MY MISTAKE: by Roz Chast, 2023 or before, a apologetic apocalyptic dream |
The lights go out, the world's ending. Roz tries to make party snacks and keep folks calm. At last she notices lights out the window. Other buildings seem fine. Is it really the Apocalypse? Or... |
SPECTER OF THE BROCKEN: by Carl Jung, c.1893; early dream proposing the Shadow |
Jung walked against stiff wind and fog, sheltering a tiny light, generating a huge eerie shadow--his other self! He concluded this was his life-task--to nurture his spark of awareness & rationality in the dark. But... In hindsight his dream models four key Jungian ideas: Self, Ego, Shadow and Unconscious--at age 18! CAUTION: REJECTS JUNG'S OWN DREAM INTERPRETATION! |
A SPHINX'S SKETCHBOOK: by Wayan; dreamed 1994/7/2 & 7/19; a 23-page dream-comic |
I find the sketch-journal of a beautiful winged sphinx who left her mythic isle to explore a great city of crazy bipeds, called San Francisco... CAUTION: SPHINX SEX, SPHINX ATTITUDE |
SPIN, SPIN, FLY AGAIN: by Wayan; 2009/8/8, Shakespeare in drag inspires a flying-dream & poem |
Night. I'm scared of the men in the park--till I see they're all gay. I dance, and as darkness flares to dawn, remember how to fly--regain my falcon-wings... |
SPLITTING THE ATOM: by Jim Shaw; c.1994, an antitherapy dream? |
In a dark classroom, my shrink was demonstrating atom-splitting with a glowing ping pong ball. I was glad I wasn't in that class... |
SPOTTED FAWN DODGES ARROWS: by Amanda Strong; 1998, a dream on the power of names |
Soon after I was given the name Spotted Fawn, I dreamed I was one, fleeing faceless hunters under the full moon. There's history in this... |
A STAB OF ANGER: by Wayan; 1997/5/24, a Jurassic Park dream. |
By a midnight lake, I comfort an abused girl in the mud. But two figures with long knives loom... |
STACY BECOMES A BLUEBIRD: by Valerie McCarney, 2012 or 2013, a dream on letting your kids fly free |
My daughter got a tattoo that spread and became blue feathers growing from her arms. Wings start to bud... |
STANLEY, or, GOOD DOG!: by Wayan; 1994/6/1, a dream on... obedience. |
My friend Stanley is a social icebreaker: blundering in where I'm too shy, and too thick-skinned to worry much. He is what he is. So why am I mad at him? |
STARGIRL: by Wayan; 1993. Digital image of altered state |
I squabble with my body so much! But now & then, in orgasm, we dissolve into stars and become... CAUTION: SEX POETRY |
SWIMMING CATS: by Starvibes, 2012/1/20, a mysterious dream image |
Tracking two cats at night, I watch amazed as they dive in and swim gracefully across a swimming pool... |
THE SWORDSMEN: by T.A. Williams; late 1930s, a surreal dream. |
Dusk. A plain. A troop of swordsmen approach me, draw their weapons... and toss their spinning, shining swords up to the stars... |
TAG WITH A BOUNTY HUNTER: by "Caradon"; 2010/3/3, a playful lucid dream |
A bounty hunter stalks me through a jungle, but lucidity turns a potential nightmare to joy... |
TAROT: RENUNCIATION (8 of cups): by Wayan; Tarot card, 3x5", summer 1978. |
Giving up a wall of material treasure for the moonlit path... |
TAROT: WAKING FROM A NIGHTMARE (9 of swords): by Wayan; Tarot card, 3x5", summer 1978. |
The card confirming those silly fears are true. The nightmare is real. You're in trouble... |
TAROT: DOGGY (The Hierophant or High Priest): by Wayan; Tarot card, 3x5", summer 1978. |
Some folks are dogs, bullying underlings, fawning on superiors. But when the Wizard's a Humbug... |
TAROT: HOKULE'A (the Star): by Wayan; Tarot card, 3x5", summer 1979. |
Hokule'a, the "Star of Gladness", guided Polynesians across thousands of miles of ocean... |
TAROT: THE QUEEN OF FLUTES: by Wayan; 1981/6/19, a brief dream image. |
I dream I'm giving a friend a Tarot reading, and the card she picks for herself is one I've never seen: |
THE TRAIN: by John Hollander; spring 1974; a poem based on a shared dream |
A couple slips in and out of sleep, dreams, one another's bodies and dreamworlds, trying to connect... CAUTION: FREUDIAN SYMBOLISM, LITERATE WRITING |
TAROT: THE UNICORN WELL (the Ace of Cups): by Wayan; 1991. Digital, based on Tarot card, 3x5". |
The Well of Emotion, guarded by the Black Unicorn, the shadow of all the feelings you deny... |
THERE I WAS: by Michelle Brand, 1972, stream-of-consciousness lucid dream comic |
Kaleidoscopic constellations? No thanks! A nudist town in Italy? Ugh. Ah, but singing vaudeville in a monk's robe & roller skates... CAUTION: CARTOON NUDITY |
THIRTEEN PEACE SIGNS IN A TIME OF WAR: by Wayan; early 2002, acrylic sgraffito on wood. |
The animal goddess of peace, stubbornly raising her sign, my sign, as you all slide into your nice holy war... |
THREATENED CITY: by Rita Wolff; 1978, a disturbing dream. |
Night. A hill town. Temples with huge stone statues. But the original figure looms monstrous over the hills. Which is the threat? The giant, or the cult appeasing it? |
THE TOOTH: by SAO (Shawn Allen O'Neal), 2003?, an epic, oracular, baffling dream |
Psychics give me an incomprehensible reading. A book from the tree-library gives only Victorian dating advice. At last a madman gives me a treasure-box holding a tooth that unfolds into slices carved in unreadable symbols... |
TRAINS COLLIDE: by Dudley Walker; 1928/6/27, a clairvoyant nightmare |
I've never done railway work, but here I am signaling a train to approach a station at dawn. A second train hits it head-on... CAUTION: EIGHT DEATHS |
TREE OF LIGHT: by Carl Jung, mid-Nov. 1922; a vision of the World Tree |
The cosmic egg nests in the branches of the tree of life, glowing with Muspel-fire. But the tree must periodically burn to regenerate life... |
TRINITY: by Nashoba Hostina; 2002? A nightmare of losing best friends to romantic love |
We were inseparable: the tiger, the fox, and the wolf. Together our magic lit up the darkness around us, until... |
TRISKELION: by Kristopher Saknussemm, c.1986, a surreal false-waking dream |
Only up close do I see that the map of these mysterious continents is made of moths. I wake in Polynesia. By the bed, in a jar, floats one of my hands. For no reason, I begin to cry... |
TURNABOUT: by Henry James; 1870s or 80s; a nightmare reversed by sheer courage. |
A night-fiend strove to open the door I held shut between us-- until I realized I too was terrible, and opened it to find a great... CAUTION: THE DREADED PROSE OF HENRY JAMES |
TWO DRUNKS: by Wayan, 1995/10/26, nondream fantasy; color pencil. |
A tribute to Hokusai's sketches. A crane and a fairy were out drinking, and now can't fly home... |
TWO WITCHES: by Melissa McClanahan, 2013/9/8, a short painted dream-comic |
Two witches, maiden and crone, ride a flying monster made of two magically fused trolls. But I know somehow that the two are really just aspects of a single powerful sorceress... |
U.F.O. P.O.V.: by Steve, recurring dreams, spring 1966 to 1971, as told by his friend Barry Windsor-Smith |
Night. A London suburb. A UFO big as a city block looms over us. It's seen all over South England. Yet we go blank-- forget! Though not quite--for years after, Steve has recurring dreams. When he tells me one, I recall the same event... CAUTION: INTENSE UFO EXPERIENCE |
UNICORN ROUND: by Wayan; 2000/9/18, nondream; acrylic on a vinyl record. |
Yellow fireflies circling round the horn of a reclining red unicorn, in the evening... |
VELOCIRAPTORS AND BANANAS: by Wayan; 1994/2/6, a predator-advisory dream. |
After a visit from our landlady's angry, crazy son I dream hungry velociraptors invade our house... |
VIEWFINDER: by Jenny Badger Sultan; 2000/5/31, a dream-ritual declined |
A friend explained she planned to be a human viewfinder, bendng into an arch for a male spirit to dive through. I didn't want to risk it... |
VIDEO WOLVES: by Wayan; 2009/2/23, a dreamsong (MP3+lyrics), Dreamverse #41 |
Robot wolves with videocamera eyes prowl our block, freezing me in their headlight glare. Why do I think one's my ex-girlfriend? |
WHAT! MORE?: by Wayan; 300 x 500, ink 1985, digital color 2001. |
The world needs Zen cards, to balance out the Tarot. So here's my Zen pack--all one of them. One too many. |
WHAT WILL THE NEWSPAPERS SAY?: by CE Lawrence, before 1939; an astronomical nightmare |
I dreamt I could clearly see the sun's corona, like a lion-mane of fire. But the corona dwindled; then the very sun dimmed, shrank, and went out. I thought... CAUTION: POLITICAL? |
WHODUNIT? AND WHAT DID THEY DO?: by Derek Gullino, late 70s? Five nightmares, five years old |
1: Dad picks up Bigfoot; he bites off my ear. 2: Dad abandons me in a canyon full of wolves. 3: The man who killed my family hands me his ax. 4: Bees move into my pillow. 5: A marionette with razor-nails lures me close... CAUTION: OUCH |
WHY COWGIRLS LOVE BROCCOLI: by Wayan; 1987/8/19, a surreal dream of love. |
I'm a cowgirl in Nevada circa 1900. In the canyon below Haunted Mansion, I meet a broccoli-green lizard girl. Naturally I help a lady in distress... CAUTION: QUEER-POSITIVE |
A WIFE OR A GHOST: by Justin Masi; 2014? a surreal dream-painting-prose-poem on grief |
My sister's fiancé Billy died a year ago. I didn't realize how deep the grief ran till I dreamed... |
THE WILD HUNT: by Carl Jung; Sept. 1922, a clairvoyant dream hinting what death is |
A huge wolfhound tore past me. My blood froze. The Wild Hunt was carrying off a soul... |
WILD W.I.L.D.: by Dream Junkee; 2008/1/19, an epic lucid frustration dream? |
I'm lucid but paralyzed. A weird child spies on me; is she controlling me? Then I'm having sex--but if I come, I'll wake up! Then some thugs jump me. I make sure they won't bother me again, but... is everyone in this dream out to distract me? CAUTION: SEX, MUGGER-STOMPING |
WITH WILD AND TURQUOISE EYES: by Joan-lee Woehler; c.1950, a dream of a Jungian Shadow |
I slay the beautiful dragon attacking us, despite my regret. And then, as I sleep, glowing eyes advance on our keep AGAIN... |
WITNESSES FOR THE PROSECUTION: by Rita Wolff; 1984, a mysterious dream. |
Night. The Nile; the Pyramids on one bank; minarets and domes on the other. But if the dream's comparing antiquity to modernity... which does it condemn? |
WOLFWALL: by Wayan; 1994/1/31. Daydream/trance digital drawing |
Drew all night in a trance and only learned at dawn what this flirting otter and wolf were trying to tell me... CAUTION: NUDITY AND SEXUAL THEME |
A WORD DREAM: by Maude Meagher; before 1936, a wild word-association dream. |
I often dream of words forming on a page as their images dance around me. Here's an example... |
YOU CANNOT STAY FOREVER: by Ursula Le Guin; c.1970, creepy hypnogogic verses |
You cannot stay forever / on this side of the river with darkness coming over / and salt has lost its savor... |
YOU NEED TO FIND HER: by B. Bigham; 2010/4/27, a strong psychic dream of history | I walked into a 19th century home--and family quarrel. Decades passed in seconds; then the house burned--with me in it. Two years later I learned the house and its history were real... |
"YOU'LL GROW OUT OF THAT": by Graham Donaldson, spring 1924, a rescue dream |
Wading a river at night, I fall in. I'm drowning! But my friend Edward pulls me out. "But Eddie, you're dead!" "No" he says. "You'll grow out of that!"... |
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