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		<title>Burnt Sienna (John Dotson&#8217;s dream of February 2, 2012)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am trying to bring order among scattered objects. I’m in conversation with anonymous others—faculty, students, friends—as in my teaching era. Speaking to one creative writing student, I say that &#8220;I can&#8217;t believe last year is over already, much less this year too.&#8221; I am aware that in my stack of personal drawings is an [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Uncle Clyde (John Dotson&#8217;s dream of January 28, 2012)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The dream is set in an amalgamated location: Grampaw&#8217;s house down in West Carter&#8217;s Valley, the house on West Sullivan Street, and non-localities elsewhere&#8230; Uncle Clyde—who died decades ago—was entertaining me—a man who never in his life entertained, who would not have understood that verb. I am also on something of a tour, traveling in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://embodyingcyberspace.com/2012/01/uncle-clyde-john-dotsons-dream-of-january-28-2012/</link>
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		<title>New Orleans (John Dotson&#8217;s dream of October 5, 2011)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I’m living out of a suitcase successfully. I’m on the street, navigating among crowds. I’m making my way out amongst the sidewalk and street traffic. I make it to more than one appointment. After one lunch, I’m making my way to the next locale when I realize I walked away from the restaurant and left [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://embodyingcyberspace.com/2011/10/new-orleans-john-dotsons-dream-of-october-5-2011/</link>
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		<title>Bringing Back a Stone (Deborah Hillman&#8217;s dream of August 20, 2011)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I dream that I&#8217;m having a lucid dream—perhaps it is lucid, for a moment—and I see, on my bedroom floor, a sandy beach that is filled with beach stones. I tell myself to pick up a stone before I lose the lucidity, as that will allow me to bring it back from the dream world. I reach for a stone, and then I seem [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Order, Chaos, and the Feminine (John Doton&#8217;s dream of August 5, 2011)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I’m in Paris, attending a large convocation. Large in complexity. The venue is old and gray, but not derelict. Heavily enclosing its interior spaces, the locale is labyrinthine with massive walls and thresholds. Not a hotel but a well-established, venerable production center with spartan, hostel-like rooms for those who are working. I find myself roomed [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Laser Dance (John Dotson&#8217;s dream of June 24, 2011)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am in a setting of coordinated group activities, on a visit to an educational institution. Some exotic and fabulous penthouse space is involved. I am somehow joined with all who are present in various levels and layers of study and communication. A circumambulatory movement somehow forms and swirls into a circle dance. At one [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bridge to Nowhere (John Dotson&#8217;s dream of May 21, 2011)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am in a car alone, driving a wide and busy freeway at high speed. The freeway begins to elevate in a long but pronounced parabola, upward as if toward the crest of a bridge. I am climbing and accelerating and thinking, O boy, I hope there&#8217;s a great bridge coming up—while also feeling my [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://embodyingcyberspace.com/2011/05/bridge-to-nowhere-john-dotsons-dream-of-may-21-2011/</link>
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		<title>Chicago Dreams (John Dotson&#8217;s dreams of April 27 and May 1, 2011)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[am coordinating production activities am disturbed by memory that i have murdered a woman, chopped her body in pieces, sealed pieces in concrete busy busy busy remember my crime    confident that i cannot be found out busy busy busy &#8212; all is well remember my crime    worry i will somehow be found out busy [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://embodyingcyberspace.com/2011/05/chicago-dreams-john-dotsons-dreams-of-april-27-and-may-1-2011/</link>
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		<title>Mass Magic (John Dotson&#8217;s dream of April 6, 2011)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[am coordinating a large gathering at times i am just amongst the throng and then naturally emergent in a leadership role manymost of the people know each other andor of each other as they are gathering i am burning and dodging shapeshifting elusively omnipresent configuring vanishing swirling twirling hurling mudras a thickening crowd i don&#8217;t [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://embodyingcyberspace.com/2011/04/mass-magic-john-dotsons-dream-of-april-6-2011/</link>
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		<title>Rapport (Lloyd Gilden&#8217;s dream of March 26, 2011)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I dreamed I was in a small room looking for a pen.  I encountered a young woman and asked her if I could borrow a pen.  As I spoke I felt a very clear sense of my Being and a strong sense of rapport with her.  She answered “Yes. I have a pen that erases [...]]]></description>
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