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.
When you send in a dream, give it a title and indicate the (approximate) date you had it, along with your name or initials, unless you wish to remain anonymous.* If you are responding to a dream that has already been posted, identify it by title.
Post your dreams and responses to:
stevenrosen@shaw.ca
(*If you decide to post website material anonymously, please identify yourself in your initial e-mail. Your anonymity will be preserved in publishing the material.)
Chicago Dreams (John Dotson’s dreams of April 27 and May 1, 2011)
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 — all is well remember my crime worry i will somehow be found out busy […]
Mass Magic (John Dotson’s dream of April 6, 2011)
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’t […]
Rapport (Lloyd Gilden’s dream of March 26, 2011)
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 […]
Sculpturing Ecstasy in Bethesda Plaza (John Dotson’s dream of March 19, 2011)
I am in and out of a hotel room. It feels like New York or Chicago (both?). I have lost my key and take the elevator to the front desk, where an elaborately industrial procedure is used (involving machinery like a die press with a heavy solenoid interface) to make a new key by placing […]
Head Without a Body (Lloyd Gilden’s dream of December 31, 2010)
This morning I dreamed I was looking at the head of a man without a body. He was silently “floating” about five feet above the floor. His head was turned, and I was looking at his profile. He was in his thirties, nice looking. I felt astonished and amazed to see the head without a […]
Dilated Universe (John Dotson’s dream of January 2, 2011)
The dream setting is a rarefied environment. It’s as if there is just a little bit more spaciousness between all the atoms, so that the fabric of reality allows more light to pass through. Everything moves with greater ease and fluidity. A well-lubricated universe. This is true of thoughts and feelings also. At times this […]
Eleusinian Mysteries (John Dotson’s dream of November 9, 2010)
Dancing rituals, momentous dramatic configurations. At the edge of chaos and yet fully contained. Eleusinian Bacchanalian Saturnalian. Dervish tarantula tango. The intentions were not accidental. Still, the work was open. There seemed to be a quintessential word, a single missing word, a lost word, that unified–a descriptor that would not form in my mind or […]
Emerging Soul (Janneke Punt van Linden’s dream of December 4, 2010)
My friend Sharon and I are riding in the backseat of a black sedan. My eyes are closed and heavy with sleep. Round and round we travel beside gigantic piles of fresh white snow. Car slows, stops, Sharon and I get out and begin walking down a narrow road. Sharon stops beside a white van. I keep walking further and […]
Loss of Soul (John Dotson’s dream of November 12, 2010)
Some kind of convocation. All in all, something of a wilderness retreat; it feels like Purgatory. Figures are walking around aimlessly, like the spirit companions of Marley’s ghost. But this is no joke. I am amongst these figures, but just visiting somehow. All of them have been drained of their souls. This draining has been […]
The Plant (John Dotson’s dream of October 14, 2010)
I’m in Tennessee where I was born (the present time-frame is uncertain). We are a party of three. You [Steven Rosen], another (who is at turns a man, at turns a woman), and I. I am conducting a tour of the big Eastman Kodak plant where my father worked. It is a rather labyrinthine walk […]