Tuna was supposed to play guitar for a group of people but he got nervous and lay down on the floor looking sad and tired. I comforted him and reassured him he didn't have to play for those people.
Mom and dad's place of residence? Beautiful large conservatory with a big tree covered in cantaloupe sized pitcher plants and paphiopedilum blooms. I found one HUGE specimen that looked like a hybrid of the two. Red, green, white, purple-brown.
White house. I was told it had been moved off the property. From a distance the property did appear to be vacant of any structure. Gray mist hung over the earth, eerie and sort of boxy in shape, resembling a house. As I approached, a house started to appear slowly, detail by detail. It looked occupied but no one answered when I called out. Old house. Old belongings. Very interesting. View from windows was a city. A bay and the banks were busy with people and boats. Masses of buildings and bridges. The statue of liberty poked her bust and raised arm up out of the bay. Boats whizzed by. This was not New York. Where am I?
In the basement of an old house, I found a large photograph of a cabinet door. It was printed on very heavy cardstock and was warped with water damage. I turned it over and inspected it further and saw that it opened up into a three panel image of the full set of cabinets. It was a free standing unit like an island. Solid dark wood base with a chunky top that had so much wear it looked almost like a leather cushion with how rounded and soft the edges had become and was the color of an olivey emerald. I put the print down and looked around the basement. The cabinet was there. I immediately went to it and knelt down to open the doors. Inside was a set of copper barware. There was a sake carafe and drinking cups. The cups were unlike anything I'd ever seen, curved and molded into such a beautiful and otherworldly shape. The surface was etched with lines like that of a topographic map and seemed to make the curves even more lively and alien. I turned a piece over to look for a maker mark. An extremely detailed image of a demon with huge horns appeared. I turned another cup over to check again. The demon appeared and then started to become three dimensional, rising off the surface detail by detail, the face emerging, the horns elongating, a glimmer of soft yellow light illuminating the tips of the horns from the inside. I twisted the cup in a little circle to see the angles. It was so incredibly detailed, this tiny three dimensional hellish monster on this little intricate copper cup. I turned the cup rightside up and placed it on the island. Perfect sit. Where did this come from??
Halloween costume: take a length of thin leather cord, tie a knot in the end, insert it up your nose and bring it down through your mouth. It came with a lifestyle book about what it means to wear it and belong to a group who all do it together.
Ice skating rink. Tons of people playing hockey. I was just skating around in my sneakers. Left the rink to go outside. Lake surrounded by trees. Entered the woods and part of the lake, where water was running down a small a hill, looked like an oil painting. I went into the woods, snow on the ground, a dead eagle. The deeper I went the more everything turned into the painting. Orange leafed trees above. The water.
Dream House
Wednesday, December 30, 2020
Recent jots
2020 Dream Fodder
For pretty much everyone alive on planet Earth this year, 2020 has been nothing but bad. Or at the very least, extremely off-putting, inconvenient and just plain ew. My Grandmother, mom's mom, my last living grandparent, died just before the turn of the new year on December 29, 2019. Then the pandemic hit in March. I was pretty sick in March and I really wonder if it was Covid-19. Then we poked into the rotting corner in our living room and opened that can of water damaged worms. We moved the cats out in early August to prepare for demolition and repairs. A couple of weeks later, Hank died on August 18th. My baby. Then I got fired in October. We've been dealing with the nightmare of fixing our house, which brings us to month number five of living in my parents' place. It's ok...we're almost done and will be moving home soon. Anyway, I've been having some pretty vivid and interesting dreams of late! I'm going to go ahead and partially attribute the extreme stress caused by this year's torrent of bullshit to the intensity of these dreams.
In spite of everything awful about this year, or maybe because of everything awful (things are perhaps tipping back in the opposite direction to restore balance?) I've noticed lately that I'm starting to feel more like myself again. The biggest catalyst for this specific change being getting canned from my job working as an assistant to a realtor. That job put the kibosh on who I naturally am. That woman and that working environment forced me to close off several avenues of my psyche in order to function in that world. I felt dead and dulled, I was bitter and resentful and it started to show. I know I became unpleasant to be around at work, partly on purpose, and I honestly should have left the job before I let myself turn like that. I was there for 7 and a half years. And now that I don't have that repressive environment surrounding me every day, I can focus my attention on things that come to me naturally. A huge part of my life and my creativity has always been my dreaming self. Finally, it's coming back and I blissfully go to bed every night, training my brain and preparing to enter the dream realm. I want my dreams to inspire more writing and visual art. I think it's high time I get those balls rolling again.
Friday, July 19, 2019
Stepping Cards
Thursday, January 17, 2019
Revisiting after almost 10 years...
For many years in a row, I don't think I was recalling my dreams the way I used to. I stopped thinking about them, writing them down, caring about them...and I think that's why I wasn't recalling them. Lately I've been doing just that - thinking about them, caring about them; so I am starting to recall them and my dreams have become more vivid again. It certainly helps to do things like take a two week trip to Thailand! And actually, I think it was while I was in Thailand that I started to pay attention to my dreams again. They were more detailed, vivid and interesting, probably because they were being fed by a new place that was full of color and different scenes and happenings and people. My sleeping brain had a lot of new experiences to process. Lots of new and exciting material to work with.
Dreams are extremely influential sources of creativity if we pay attention to them. If for no other reason than to add interest to my days, I will keep paying my dreams the attention they require to fuel them up. Here's to a more exciting year and hopefully the rekindling of a lost life.