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.)
Archaic Bone (John Dotson’s dream of April 19, 2012)
There is a gathering at McGowan House [in Monterey, California]. I am outside in the yard sauntering about, when I find a very distinctive, intact, joint-bone. It is about ten inches in length, and thick. I pick it up, and it is very dense, clearly not human, and not any domestic animal, or any animal […]
Burgundy (John Dotson’s dream of March 26, 2012)
…Hypnopompic dreaming… I’m pulling off some gathering; complex meetings, directions, angles, dimensions–and in the end I’m aware that all this has taken place and is concluding in my basement in Tennessee, my play area and space of infinitely malleable imagination. All has been moved out after the conference and only the cleanup remains. And only […]
Ironwood (John Dotson’s dream of February 14, 2012)
An image came to me. A shamanic image in ironwood after the Maori fashioning in ironwood that I have known and felt since college anthropology. This appearing image was of a skull etched deeply and adeptly, with elaborately interwoven geometries, part no doubt of an extended, skeletonized body. But the apparition was all skull. Visible […]
Burnt Sienna (John Dotson’s dream of February 2, 2012)
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 “I can’t believe last year is over already, much less this year too.” I am aware that in my stack of personal drawings is an […]
Uncle Clyde (John Dotson’s dream of January 28, 2012)
The dream is set in an amalgamated location: Grampaw’s house down in West Carter’s Valley, the house on West Sullivan Street, and non-localities elsewhere… 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 […]
New Orleans (John Dotson’s dream of October 5, 2011)
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 […]
Bringing Back a Stone (Deborah Hillman’s dream of August 20, 2011)
I dream that I’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 […]
Order, Chaos, and the Feminine (John Doton’s dream of August 5, 2011)
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 […]
Laser Dance (John Dotson’s dream of June 24, 2011)
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 […]
Bridge to Nowhere (John Dotson’s dream of May 21, 2011)
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’s a great bridge coming up—while also feeling my […]