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.)
South Access Rd (Nuala Flynn’s dream of Christmas morning, 2009)
I dreamt several months ago of finding myself at the South Pole and it being the place of spiritual home. In the present dream, I meet Helen – she is walking home from church. She is a churchgoer, I am not, but I had attended Midnight mass at her church the night before this dream. I know […]
The Violence of Creativity (John Dotson’s dream of September 27, 2009)
I was moving through interior spaces, willfully–with a determination to carry on a creative project I am working on. Somehow the situation is both getting desperate and also coming to a crucial turning point. I feel that I am in some kind of trance, a creative spell, a daimonic possession. I can feel the glances […]
John Dotson’s Associations to “The Soul’s Eyes”
Just to let you know three quick associations I have: First, the water streaming out of the body brings to mind the image of Christ on the cross and the stream of water that issued from the body when struck by a spear in his side. Second, the number 8, in addition to being your […]
The Soul’s Eyes (Steven Rosen’s dream of September 20, 2003)
I’m attending a conference in a great hall. As the vast audience assembles, pages of a document or manuscript are being distributed to us. Each page seems to be a statement about a different conference participant. A prominent scientist is in the gathering and when his statement reaches me, I notice that a second sheet […]
Dream Resonances (John Dotson’s comments on dreams posted to date)
I’ve reviewed all the dreams posted thus far. I certainly don’t want to make any cursory comments on the interior of any of them. I am struck with the sense of the “awry” that is present in each. Somehow, I intuit a resonance of the nature of that “awry-ness.” In the “Copper Woman” dream, and […]
In Search of the Professor (T.E.K.’s dreams of June 7-9, 2009)
1. DREAM OF THE NIGHT 7-8.6.09 I am at an international conference building somewhere abroad. I have invited a professor from far away to meet me there. There are a lot of glassy corridors in many directions. I am running back and forth trying to find the invited professor. The modern architecture annoys me, the […]
The Woman Inside and the Woman Outside (Steven Rosen’s dream of December 10, 1987 — in response to John Dotson’s “Copper Woman”)
A few weeks ago, when I read “Copper Woman,” it triggered a memory of a highly potent dream from my past. That dream had had a profound effect on me and I recalled weeping mournfully while I’d recorded it. After “Copper Woman” was posted, I searched through my old journals for my own dream and […]
Copper Woman (John Dotson’s dream of May 24, 2009)
some sort of central locale, public square no crowd but some are gathered a central figure is a young woman upon whom a ritual is to be enacted she is to be coated in mail, completely covered in the metallic sheath–seems to be copper first, the hierophant of the ritual douses the young woman in […]
The Uroboric Fingers (T.E.K.’s dream of March 18, 2009)
I dreamt that I was working on a big farm. The farm was my mother’s, but she was sleeping all the time, so I had to take all leadership giving instructions to a huge number of all kinds of workers. There was literary no spear time at all — all work, and then every night […]
Human Ingenuity (G.N.T.’s dream of December 2008)
Walking in the woods, I come upon a ghastly tableaux of disembowled, hideously mutilated animals stitched to the trees and to each other. The key feature is the prodigious variety of the methods used to confine and deform these defenseless beings. There is eerie Celtic music banging in my head and my heart is pounding in my chest […]