catch up o dear

monday - no dreams recalled

tuesday - as much the same

wednesday - lots of dreams - fragments again - by the time I got to my computer, I forgot most of my dreams. I am making sure my dream book AND a pen is sitting on my bedside table. But here is what I can remember...

Corey showed me a picture of Donavan. He had a huge white beard, and thick white hair. I was sitting in a class room, with several other students. The class room was a variation of my home studio. I was watching a boy work, he was distracting me with his looks and manner. I turned my chair to face the opposite way. When I moved my chair, I had access to three computers. I was happy. I was making an image. There were layers. One layer had white masks, several on a page, similar to he layout of a year book page. Another layer had wigs, placed so that they matched up with the masks. Another layer had eyes, another had mouths. 

Then I woke up to my alarm... Corey told me I spoke in my sleep. I said "I love this room"

no dreams?

I slept away from my bed this weekend, and didn't remember any dreams! I'm wondering what kind of energy my bedroom has that enhances my dreaming. It might be the glass dream catcher balls that hang by my windows! lol! oh well, I'm back in my own sheets this week. I'm looking forward to it. And soon I will start discussing the book! Buenos Dias!

quiet

I woke up friday morning, and had to take some minutes to remember my dreams. Over tea, I wrote what I could recall on paper first. This is fairly long, I'm going to try to shorten it. 

~dream fragments. I was eating lunch with 3 other women, they each had one of their children on their laps. We were sitting at a table with attached stools. I must have been uncomfortable because I kept going to the washroom. On the other side of the restaurant, behind a wall, was a pub and there were several faceless men drinking and talking. In the restroom, I kept changing my clothes like my mitts, my bra, my socks and stuffing them in my pocket, I kept changing my hair and sitting on the toilet. While I was washing my hands, Riley came in, but he was much younger. I asked why he was in the ladies room. With a grin he answered but I can't remember what he said. Back at the table, the woman sitting beside me kept transforming from caucasian, to African American, to Latino, into a red head throughout the dream. She ordered a lemon pop, she wanted it cold, but the waitress forgot to bring it. She was annoyed. A man manager came out with the drink to apologize and stayed to chat with the women. 

~I was a little girl living with my family on a dry, black dirt, man-made island. It was cloudy and foggy, I couldn't see very far into the distance, I felt isolated. The house was close to the edge, a bench along side, and a steep slope down to the water. The colors were sepia infused. It felt like we were living in the past, like in the 1930's. I was with my sister, a little blonde girl. I was brunette. It was like my real, older sister Eden and I switched roles. We were playing by the house by a hose. The hose started leaking through valves, we screamed and our father figure came to shut the water off. He didn't want our island to erode. He was worried about something, but I didn't know why. Then I was sitting on the bench with my real mother and my little sister was sleeping under the bench. My mother told us of a prophecy, and explained that we were special little girls who had psychic abilities. I wasn't surprised. Then my mother left to go back to work, and us two little girls were sitting on the bench coloring circles in a book. My sister didn't say anything, I spoke for her. Just as it was in real life, my big sister spoke for me. I asked her if she was color blind, and gave her the pink marker, telling her it looked more like a watermelon this way. But when she started coloring, the marker was green. I thought that maybe I was colorblind. 

~The next dream feels more constructed, I had it in between snoozes on my alarm clock. I was in an urban plaza at night and it was gently snowing. There was a man in the plaza watching me, but I wasn't concerned. The snow crystals in the air were lit by the street lights and were reflecting the light as muted rainbow. The snow was swirling and making patterns, and looked like it was generally in the shape dome, or a rounded pyramid. I was in the center looking up, and spinning around, thinking that the snow looked so beautiful. Then I saw a great glow from outer space. It looked like a giant flag moving but very, very slow. It was a message of hope from Corey. Others were starting to notice and were entering the plaza to see it, but they didn't understand what it meant.

dreams

Trying to figure what to write about.... there were several ideas surrounding me this week to start recording my dreams. In studio seminar, we briefly discussed dreams and an interesting comment was that dreams occur in cycles. I want to check this out. I have been having the craziest dreams over the past several months, so I'm going to blog them, and discover the value my unconsciousness can contribute to my consciousness. I checked out a book from the ACAD library: Dreams 1900-2000 Science, Art and the Unconscious Mind. There are writings by a handful of people, and a gallery of visual works concerning dreams. But more on that later...

The following is a summary of the dream I had last night. I hope it's not too long...

My Dream was quiet, colorful. I was staying in a hostel downtown in an Australian city with a girl friend. There was a line of women running past for some type of cause. They were cheering something. I ran along behind them. Eventually I was led to a beach filled with many people. Some were digging small trenches, building sandcastles, sunbathing, swimming and playing. I became distracted by the people, and the line of women ran off without me. 

Behind some thick brush, there were playground platforms made of wood and colorful metal handles. A series of platforms led down to the ocean, and started on a cliff about 100 ft above sea level. I wanted to dip my toe in. There were spider webs all along the platforms and on the handles. I was afraid to climb down, it was steep and looked very far. A group of boys arrived and their presence comforted me to make the climb down. They seemed younger, perhaps late teens or early 20's. One boy looked very similar to Luke, a boy who I desperately miss and lives in Oz. I was instantly attracted. 

The boys were standing on the top platform looking at out at the swimmers some distance away. I squeezed in beside the look-alike and we constantly made eye contact throughout the dream. As the ocean breeze rustled our hair, we watched a blue whale who had swum into the bay. People were swimming around the large mammal, and were riding the blowhole spray up into the air. As we were watching, a spider and its web was stuck on my finger. I was worried it was going to bite me.

 After I unattached myself, with help from the boys, we reappeared in the beach house that the combined families of the boys were sharing. No one spoke, but the people were giving me friendly glances. I felt it was time to leave, my friend was probably worried about me as I had been gone most of the day. A pregnant girl was going home and was traveling through the city, she was going to show me the way back to my hostel. 

At the door, I wanted to say good-bye to the boy, so I walked down the hallway back into the room he was in. I wanted to kiss and hug him goodbye, but the families were around and I felt awkward, so I went back to the door, and they all followed. We were all standing outside in the courtyard looking at each other. I was sad because I realized the boy wasn't who I wanted him to be, he wasn't Luke. 

After I had this dream, I woke up. I was wide awake and was extremely thirsty. I grabbed some juice and water from the kitchen and fell back asleep, some time later.