The dream was compensatory. In the dream, they could have been anyone. Anywhere. ... The discovery was simple. If you looked closely, out of the body of the main character a dark powder grew, sloughed off, eroded. The substance floated to the ground like cocoa. The collaborator learned the skin released this effortlessly. The effect? Sensual arousal.
Friends shared dreams & I realize mine have nothing to do with sustainable plots & everything to do with ampersands & flying around the world to wonderful galleries & architectural sites & amazing places. In the meantime I’m lucky to have my garden … & tolerant friends. My rear-view mirror fantasies remain impossible dreams in… Continue reading Pandemic Journal 4/7/2020 — On dreams in times of COVID
A compendium of dreams, encounters, observations, poems, and questions.... I: Two Pandemic Dreams 21 April, 2020 I awoke early imagining the heads of ducks and geese close up in front of my eyes. Their blunt beaks gnawed gently at my lips and face. I was on the ground looking at the sky. Was I dead?… Continue reading Pandemic Journal 23/4/2020 – Lockdown