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.)
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 […]
Bouncing Balls (John Dotson’s dream of November 23, 2014)
I am engaged with a stage production, and am in the balcony taking in the full performance at last. At a certain point in the sequence, a performer bounces a small ball—dense but translucent, highly charged with energy—very precisely off the edge of downstage, across the expanse of the theater and up to my position, […]