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Sunday, January 14th

🦋 Prophesy: Laura's dream

In the dream it was a sunny morning after a night of heavy rain. Everyone was nervy because of an ancient prophesy: The morning sun sparkling on the waters of River X (which had been dry for all of recorded time -- the river had a name but I've forgotten it) would portend the end of days. So we walked down to and along the bed of the river, at every waystation I was pointing out to my friends how it was dry, nothing to worry about. We passed a concrete embankment with a light rill of water running down it, the sunlight sparkling. Beyond that was an ocean, where none had been before; its vastness was dumbfounding. Thousands were gathered there, standing on the shore, gawking.

posted morning of January 14th: Respond
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Friday, November 15th, 2013

🦋 Sueños

Jeremy Osner

Los sueños más extraños, los
que uno no recuerda
(ni ha nunca podido recordar
ni pide que los recuerde), de esos mismos
se componen los arquetipos
que en la imaginación
se van siempre confluyendo
hasta formar la imagen del mundo
que uno la concibe y percibe
que uno en sus pasos la lleva
día por día:
mientras se mueve
se está en viva.

No se pueden realmente
describir, no en terminos

posted evening of November 15th, 2013: Respond
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Wednesday, January 30th, 2013

🦋 El monstruo de colores no tiene boca

posted evening of January 30th, 2013: Respond
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Tuesday, January 22nd, 2013

🦋 Happy 225th, your Lordship

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings--the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,
And men were gathered round their blazing homes...

-- Byron

(Thanks AWB for bringing this to my attention)

posted evening of January 22nd, 2013: 4 responses
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Sunday, January 13th, 2013

🦋 Dreams and shadows

las sombras y los sueños en que se consisten
las paredes y puertas de la casa en que moro
las palabras y frases que salen a chorros:
en que mi tiempo sea corto insisten

las sombras y las cortinas que las echen se repiten
y crecen y caen por completo en mi recámara
se deslizan alrededor de mis ojos alicántaras
y sueños: voy soñando con que mis antepasados me griten
a través de las paredes y las sombras de la casa de mi alma

-- Lorenzo Josner Ávala

posted afternoon of January 13th, 2013: 3 responses
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Wednesday, December 19th, 2012

🦋 Dream is poetry

If a dream affords the dreamer some lucidity,
some poetry, some regal slumber
why forget it then, why discard
the glittering shards of irreality
that pierce your consciousnessless repose
that hold your dreaming brane
like pushpins on the void

(from a prompt by Michael Leiris.)

posted morning of December 19th, 2012: Respond
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Tuesday, April third, 2012

🦋 Dream Blogging

Strikingly, memorably visual. Our vaguely Filipino protagonist is standing on the threshold of his employer's bedroom, cigarette (lit and half-smoked) dangling from his lip, fighting not to take a drag as she tells him she will be going to a wedding next week and needs an outfit; he is her tailor/costumer. He drops the cigarette on the gleaming white tile of the passageway as he envisions the dark green dress he will make and the white scarf and sun hat that will accompany it.

posted morning of April third, 2012: Respond

Tuesday, March 6th, 2012

🦋 Dream Blogging

In last night's dream, I was listening to a radio program devoted to pop standards whose original versions were written about, or in, Modesto, CA. This was followed by a number of secondary dreams concerned with explicating and recording the original dream -- the secondary dreams were not always clear on the "dream" status of the original dream.

Only song I remember at all from the radio program, is a Hank Williams-y tune that started out, "Standin on the corner, waitin for the bus to Oakland, or Encina; and if the bus don't come,..."

posted morning of March 6th, 2012: Respond

Friday, January 27th, 2012

🦋 Dream Blogging

Me and Sylvia were watching The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo with Monique's family. I was initially a bit surprised that we were deeming it age-appropriate for the younger kids; but it turned out Bree-Ann was totally into the book, and kept piping up to say what was going to happen. The remote control for Monique's entertainment center had way too many buttons and knobs on it and I could not figure out how to operate it.

posted morning of January 27th, 2012: Respond

Tuesday, January 10th, 2012

🦋 Menardesque dream blogging

I was translating (just starting to translate, I was on the first page) into English a translation into Croatian of Stephen Crane's Red Badge of Courage. It seemed like it was going to be a magnum opus...

posted morning of January 10th, 2012: Respond
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