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.)
Bee-ing/Performances and Mirrorings (John Dotson’s dreams of October 3, 2014)
Dream 1: Bee-ing I encounter a person who has the power of flying—extremely sophisticated. This power transforms the person physically into something of the shape of a super-bee while vast, virtually supersonic parabolas are flown. This power includes the capacity to come to a full stop and switch directions on a point. The force is […]
Ritual of Resurrection (John Dotson’s dream of August 16, 2014)
At a school, I am in charge of liturgy, planning a mass of resurrection. The chapel space is now a performance space, a large theater semi‐round. Near the altar area is a ritual coffin, oversized, with thick walls of redwood. It appears more like a vault or a large baptismal tank. There is a lid nearby […]
Building 89 (John Dotson’s dream of August 2, 2014)
I am in Building 89, a large, multi-use recreation center known to me in my childhood (films were shown here). A performance event is to take place and there’s a fairly big crowd sitting in rows of folding chairs, and a few persons in the bleachers on the sides. The event begins as the Great […]
Peacock’s Eye (John Dotson’s dream of July 18, 2014)
L. and I are in the back pews of a very crowded Spanish mission-basilica, filling even more as we sit, for a funeral of a young woman. The procedures and processions are elaborate. There are several officiators. The liturgy is maximum length and highly complex. When it comes time for communion, L. and I go […]
Book Cover Carving (John Dotson’s dream of April 28, 2014)
I am working on the front cover of a heavy tome, building it up in layers. The panel is thick, with a circle recessed in the upper half. Within that circle is a smaller circular mounting with a bright red ruby inset at the very center. The book has the massive, timeless feel of an […]
Panic Amidst the Chaos (John Dotson’s dream of March 12, 2014)
I’m in a non-specific home space overfilled with objects in disarray—so much so that it is difficult to find space to walk, or even to set my feet down. Another space that is mostly mine is under the tall eaves in a very ample, more than ample, attic. There I have my sculpture in progress. […]
Union City (John Dotson’s dream of February 20, 2014)
I’m on a commuter train to Philadelphia—though it is unclear where I’ve gotten aboard. The passengers have come from everywhere. I am strangely very well dressed—overcoat of upper tier fabric, coat and pants too, very expensive shoes. However, I am carrying a small duffle bag, with underwear and shaving kit, the bag I bought in […]
Rocket to Now (John Dotson’s dream of February 15, 2014)
I am engaged dynamically in various vivid habitats, and in a plethora of situations, mostly in the open. I’m running quite fast, my efforts fully synchronized in the conditions I encounter. My legs are in full function, feeling pure, free-flowing momentum. My arms are extended in fixed wing position so that I am planing the headwind […]
Cycles of Individuation (John Dotson’s dream of December 4, 2013)
I find myself in the alley back of the house, 914 West Sullivan Street, Kingsport, Tennessee. I am west of the back corner of the yard where my beloved sandbox once was. I am in transport, being transported, in some kind of vehicle, unclear what kind, with at least two wheels joined by an axle. […]
Solve et Coagula (John Dotson’s dream of October 30, 2013)
I’m involved in elaborate travels for the purposes of creativity. A group of folks who work together—I am one—are traveling the world over. We are forming and unforming and reforming. Solve et Coagula (“dissolve” and “coagulate,” the motto of alchemy). I am at a security clearance portal when I become aware that I have been […]