Archive for 'Dreams'

Multi-dimensional engagement (John Dotson’s dream of June 6, 2015)

I am busily engaged. I seem to be present to multiple periods of my life, multiple roles, all active in harmony as I play out various scenes, attending to rather intricate tasks appropriately. In a specific episode I am in a classic stationary store searching through various items, picking up, examining, thinking through my choices. […]

Cosmic Radio (John Dotson’s dream of May 20, 2015)

I was presenting to a group of people and struck a piece of metal that produced miraculous overtones and undertones—indeed, in the dream I asked very distinctly of the group, “Do you hear those overtones and undertones?” It was a magical attuning instrument, while being a plain wedge-shaped piece of metal, rusty—an artifact that I […]

Alfred North Whitehead (John Dotson’s dream of April 18, 2015)

I am with a group of friends in Santa Cruz, and am in reverie about the philosophical links that I have with Santa Cruz, the work I have done there, the very wide range of experiences that I have had there. Suddenly, another friend walks in carrying a very large child oddly draped in a […]

Rear-View Mirror (Lisa Maroski’s dream of April 7, 2015)

I was getting a lift on this guy’s bicycle. I sat in front, facing back. He pedals forward, but I am facing backward. At first it seemed to just be about getting a ride somewhere, but then he took a cover off of a box. It had a mirror in it so that I could […]

SAM (John Dotson’s dream of April 1, 2015)

I am very relaxed, dwelling in a large, complexly structured space that invites limitless imaginings for creativity. It is also my home. I become aware that, right now, the Sublime Artist Mystic (SAM) has arrived and is relaxing in the living room area. I go over to make the connection. We speak concretely. He is […]

Rose Room (Deborah Hillman’s dream of March 17, 2015)

I find myself in a huge room with antique furniture and chandeliers, painted, floor to ceiling, in soft pink. There’s something appealing about the room, and I comment to Steve Rosen, “I like pink walls, and these have a hint of lavender.” I’m rather surprised at just how drawn I am to the color of […]

804 (John Dotson’s dream of February 28, 2015)

I’m at work in a very new, immensely complex, beautifully realized architectonic structure in space-time. I am efficaciously configuring and consolidating forces on a large-scale project. In the course of this activity, I greet a visiting production designer who appears to present an elaborate set of concepts and initiatives. In a lively exchange, we are […]

Communicating from the Heart (Steven Rosen’s dream of February 1992)

I am giving a presentation to a group of people, reading my hand-written prose from long yellow sheets of paper. As I drone on and on in a fragmented, halting way, the audience is becoming restless and disaffected; I am losing them. And I am losing my own place in my manuscript as well. Finally, […]

Semblance of Poetry (John Dotson’s dream of February 14, 2015)

I’m at a gathering in a nearby beach town which deems itself to be neighborly and folksy and traditional. Somehow I find myself in need of a shower and a change of clothes, with an eye for making use of a nearby beach house to accomplish this. However, I find myself naked on the street […]

Quaternary Dreaming (John Dotson’s dream of December 6, 2014)

I am in the chapel at a farewell gathering for J. She is summarizing her life and stating her desire to reconcile with “anyone I have ever brought harm to.” There is general support for her among the gathered souls. Suddenly, she turns to me and asks for “chutney.” I immediately respond, resolving to trek […]