Dream to Dream

This page is devoted to a dialogue carried out through the medium of dreams. Dreams can be shared here, along with responses that take the form of other dreams, related images, associations, and/or poetry. In responding associatively, you might want to offer visual images, sounds, or music that could be embedded in your post or accessed through hyperlinks. Please do not submit interpretations or analyses of dreams.

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Deconstruction (John Dotson’s dream of September 27, 2016)

I’m in a sturdy old classroom building. All the rooms have been repainted in a refreshing impressionist sort of style. I have gone through the motions of joining a class on cinema theory. Right away it is clear to me that the professor is rather lethargic in his thinking and overall attitude—not very committed. I [...]

Smooth Landing Despite Some Turbulence (John Dotson’s dream of September 7, 2016)

I’m in flight to Britain, transoceanic, and am settled in for the duration. But then it occurs to me that I do not know where my passport is. I am aware, in the dream, that this has been a recurring nightmare, and it is stunning, in the dream, that I am living out this dream [...]

Paying the Price (John Dotson’s dreams of August 26 and 27, 2016)

A highly charged, dramatic sequence. Somehow, I have participated very directly in bringing a shadowy man out in the open. He is an insidiously vicious man. Despite all resistance, he has been identified, apprehended. Now I am absolutely certain that I will face retribution for this. The man himself and/or those around him will have [...]

Fear and Exultation Amidst Interconnected Chaos (John Dotson’s dream of August 5, 2016)

This was a lucid, pulse racing dream. It involved people I know, including a close friend whom I haven’t seen in decades, and some family tension. The action picks up in a very sophisticated hotel. I have finished an engagement, a performance of some sort, and am on my way back to my room, and, [...]

Cracking Ancient Codes — A Summer Solstice Dream (John Dotson’s dream of June 20, 2016)

I am at home in a big city. It feels like New York, with a texturing of Chicago. Riding a bus, I turn to the window and see that a text has been etched, as if by a laser but more primitively, more archaically, into the glass itself. I attempt to read the black text, [...]

A Visit with Grampaw (John Dotson’s dream of May 11, 2016)

A visit with Grampaw, at his house—but the whole situation is different from my waking experience with him. In the dream, I am encountering him as never before. He is younger than I remember, but age is not so important. The great difference is that I am seeing him as an actual person, and he [...]

Dangerous Running (John Dotson’s dream of April 23, 2016)

A conference in San Francisco has concluded and I am directly thanking and saying goodbye to the folks of the Jean Gebser Society. I next find myself on the street in running clothes—running, running, running through intensely urban areas. At times I am in serious danger from the traffic and the routes I am taking. [...]

Tapestry of Life (John Dotson’s dream of April 5, 2016)

I have forgotten my lines in a drama that is about to be staged. Sometimes I am confident (but not really) that the lines will come to me naturally once the performance begins. Other times, the details of the drama are so remote that there is zero prospect of my filling my role. There are [...]

My Father’s Shadow + Beholding the Klein Bottle: Two Dreams (John Dotson’s dreams of March 5, 2016)

Dream 1 Public notice has been given, and I am now at the designated time and place for a gathering of folks who are interested in the upcoming performance event that I am coordinating. This information/discussion session is open to anyone who is interested. All are invited. When the group is assembled, I begin my [...]

“I Am a Poet!” (John Dotson’s dream of March 3, 2016)

I am at a meeting of some sort—a convocation, congregation, conventicle, or conference—and the details of this are with me right down to some feeling of name tags. There are tables with white linen. Various seating arrangements. There are many folks I know and a lot more whom I don’t. At the conclusion of the [...]