Sunday, November 30, 2008
I dream I am talking with a man from Canada who makes toys out of wood. He is even wearing a wooden hat made out of miniature log cabin logs. We are sitting on stools at a counter, like at an old fashioned soda fountain. He has many toys in front of him. As I look at the toys, I am flying, like superman might fly, horizontally, head first, over a miniature landscape covered with wooden toys, scenes of farms and scenes of war, with exploding haystacks going up in smoke. I am amazed by the skill of the toymaker to make such wondrous things.
Posted by Deerheart at 12:58 PM
Thursday, November 27, 2008
I dream I am outdoors in nature, with bushes and trees. Beneath a bush I find a large frog. I pick it up. The frog jumps up into the air and flies around in a loop before it comes down into my hands. I examine the frog. It has webbing between its arms and legs, like a flying squirrel. When it breathes it swells up like a balloon or a bullfrog. It is light on its belly and dark green on its back. I let it go under a bush. A cat scratches it and tears it open, with its claws. I pick up the frog again. It is deflated and flat. I feel sad that the frog is damaged and dead. It feels like such a waste for such a beautiful creature to die like this. It feels like the cat is vicious and cruel and yet I know that the cat is only doing what comes naturally.
Posted by Deerheart at 2:19 PM
Saturday, November 15, 2008
I dream that I meet a man who is a master artist. He makes an animation of looking through a tube. On the other end are plants like willow branches blowing in the wind up in the air or like seaweed waving down under the ocean. Then there is an organism, a giant eye on a stalk, looking through the tube at me in the animation. The artist reads a book he has called Commentary on Art. Then he writes his own commentary on art in response to it.
Posted by Deerheart at 12:15 PM