the gypsy's dream journal

DREAM BLOG GOING TO TAKE NAP....

2010-05-02T12:00:00.000-07:00

friends and followers -

while i would really love to keep my DREAM JOURNAL active, more than that, i want each of my blogs/journals to be the best they can be - of course, time is a factor in that - and for me, as it is for us all, time is a major commodity - and because i have several other large ongoing projects right now, for at least the foreseeable future, i have decided to give this blog a nap of sorts and to incorporate DREAM JOURNAL posts into my TRAVEL JOURNAL blog where i believe they will fit really well - besides, a lot of you dear friends also follow me there already, for which i am thrilled -

for those of you who do not already do so, i really hope you will come over and follow along with the caravan at

http://thegypsytraveljournal.blogspot.com/

and at my other campfires around blogland -

http://gypsywomanworld.blogspot.com/
http://thegypsyonwordsunspoken.blogspot.com/
http://theyayatree.blogspot.com/

please remember, my heart is grateful for your friendship and for your following -

see you at your places and over at my other campfires!!!

peace -

frozen dreams...

2010-04-18T14:04:00.000-07:00

i carve myself

a dream of you

from frozen time

and steamy thoughts

a dream in which

the world is ours

and love need not

be slept away

i dream of painting...

2010-03-21T13:57:00.000-07:00

i dream

of painting

and then

i paint

dream

the painting of your dreams...

2010-03-17T09:55:00.000-07:00

Dreams are like the

paints of a great artist.

Your dreams are your paints,

the world is your canvas.

Believing is the brush

that converts your dreams

into a masterpiece of reality.

in our idleness...

2010-03-16T16:07:00.000-07:00

yet it is

in our idleness,

in our dreams,

that the

submerged truth

sometimes comes

to the top

the shadow men...

2010-03-14T13:58:00.000-07:00

men

are the

dreams

of a

shadow

the miracle...

2010-03-12T15:03:00.000-08:00

The dream was always

running ahead of me.

To catch up,

to live for a moment

in unison with it,

that was the miracle.

the hope of dreams...

2010-03-11T12:32:00.000-08:00

hope

is a

waking dream

the dream designer...

2010-03-09T13:18:00.000-08:00

i don't design clothes
i design

dreams

no reason...

2010-03-04T14:02:00.000-08:00

the best reason

for having dreams

is that in dreams

no reason is

necessary

the unread letter...

2010-03-02T14:55:00.000-08:00

dream

which

not

interpreted

like

letter

which

not

read.

a little dream exercise...

2010-03-01T13:37:00.000-08:00

"Am I dreaming or awake, right now?"

Be serious, really try to answer

the question to the best of your ability

and be ready to justify your answer.

fly me...

2010-02-27T07:45:00.000-08:00

"I've just closed my eyes again
Climbed aboard the dream weaver train
Driver take away my worries of today
And leave tomorrow behind"...

"Fly me high through the starry skies
Maybe to an astral plane
Cross the highways of fantasy
Help me to forget today's pain"

in dreams...

2010-02-18T17:03:00.000-08:00

In dreams begins responsibility.

the holding of dreams...

2010-02-16T00:45:00.000-08:00

dreams do not vanish

as long as...you...

do not abandon them

the dream arises...

2010-02-15T07:17:00.000-08:00

...in dreams we put on
the likeness of that
more universal, truer,
more eternal man
dwelling in the darkness of primordial night.
There he is still the whole,
and the whole is in him,
indistinguishable from nature and bare
of all egohood.
It is from these
all-uniting depths that
the dream arises,
be it never so childish,
grotesque, and immoral.

climbing the mountain...

2010-02-14T12:21:00.000-08:00

So many of our dreams

at first seem impossible,

then they seem improbable,

and then when

we summon the will,

they soon become

inevitable.

the others...

2010-02-11T15:22:00.000-08:00

There are some people

who live in a dream world,

and there are some who face reality;

and then there are those

who turn one into the other.

the leap of possibilities...

2010-02-10T12:39:00.000-08:00

Without leaps

of imagination,

or dreaming,

we lose the

excitement

of possibilities.

Dreaming,

after all,

is a form

of planning.

the dreamer's punishment...

2010-02-09T15:04:00.000-08:00

a dreamer

is one

who can

only find

his way

by moonlight

and his

punishment

is that he sees

the dawn before

the rest of the world

SOS for saint bernards

2010-02-08T09:08:00.000-08:00

yesterday

storm's beginning

UPDATE - SNOW PLOW CAME THROUGH THIS AFTERNOON - ONE SWIFT SWOOP - AT LEAST ABLE TO LEAVE DRIVE - CAREFULLY - MAYBE TOMORROW ;)

just to let you all know i've not been away by choice at all - we are in the midst of a huge blizzard with more than 2-1/2 feet of snow out our front door - a lot of people are without power but ours has remained on for which i am so grateful - however, have had no cable or internet or land phones until about an hour ago [since friday] - entire state shut down basically - we have managed to clear the drive to the street but the street remains under all the snow as state and private plows all under emergency use for keeping main roads open - no private developments/neighborhoods have been plowed yet and no one knows when they will be - good news is that sun was out all day yesterday and is out today - beautiful - bad news is that another foot or more of snow expected to hit tomorrow into all day wednesday in this area all the way over to dc and into pennsylvania, etc - oh, and other bad news - now running out of basic necessity kinds of supplies -

please send saint bernards - chocolate, fresh fruit and wine appreciated!

our present - our dream...

2010-02-04T07:18:00.000-08:00

It is by

no means

an irrational fancy

that, in a

future existence,

we shall

look upon

what we think

our

present

existence,

as a dream.

hold onto your dreams...

2010-02-02T12:10:00.000-08:00

do not lose hold

of your dreams...

for if you do,

you may still exist

but you have

ceased to live

the dream...

2010-02-01T16:16:00.000-08:00

THE DREAM

pablo picasso

such a beautiful woman in what seems to be a soft pleasant dream - depicted in wonderful brilliant colors - but of what does she dream - of who does she dream - and where has she fallen asleep while sitting upright - all unanswered questions -

what do you think?

as it is...

2010-01-31T07:44:00.000-08:00

The dream shows

the inner truth and reality

of the patient as it really is:

not as I conjecture it to be,

and not as he would like it to be,

but as it is.

the thing about dreamin'....

2010-01-28T10:29:00.000-08:00

"When I want you in my arms
When I want you and all your charms
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dreeeeeeeeam"

computer crash...

2010-01-25T16:15:00.000-08:00

ok, so the planets are spinning swirling all out of kilter - the moon isn't hanging properly - i've angered the gods and know not how - it's raining - it's not raining - it's cold - and/or all of the above or none of the above - the result is the same - my desktop computer ate a trojan yesterday and/or was eaten by one - again, result the same - and so, i sit and pick and peck on my laptop for which i am ill prepared mentally or otherwise - all of which leads me to let you know my little posts will be hard to come by until my bigboy is up and at it again - my thoughts just literally seem to coagulate into blobs and not blogs on this kid sized keyboard - please be patient - i'll be in and out checking your places as i can - till then, boys and girls - peace and love - jenean

throw your dreams...

2010-01-21T15:36:00.000-08:00

Throw your dreams

into space like a kite,

and you do not know

what it will bring back,

a new life, a new friend,

a new love, a new country.

the necessity...

2010-01-20T14:54:00.000-08:00

Dreams are necessary to life.

seeking stillness...

2010-01-15T09:14:00.001-08:00

hmmmm...i've been at my computer now for quite a while and remain unable to find the thoughts or words for posting - for posting anything at all - my thoughts the past few days seem to be inundated with "movement and chaos" [as my travel journal post refers to yesterday] - and sadness -

and, needing desparately right now to find a state of "stillness" within, with which to counter the chaos, i think i have to be away for just a day or two - so, i'm headed to that inner island you see above -

in the meantime, i know you'll save a place for me in your "happy place" -

later, friends -

jenean

scenes from a night's dream...

2010-01-14T11:26:00.000-08:00

Little Nemo rubbed his eyes and got out of bed,
trying hard to piece together a broken dream.
His visions lifelike and full of imagination
it's strange to think they came from such a tiny head.

Dragons breathing fire, but friendly.
Mushrooms tall as houses.
Giant Nymphs and goblins playing,
scenes from a night's dream, poor Little Nemo!

Eating all kinds of food so close to bedtime
they always made him have these nightmares, it seemed.

a dream in my eyes...

2010-01-11T06:09:00.000-08:00

i wake up in the morning

with a dream in my eyes

echo...

2010-01-10T10:25:00.000-08:00

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope and love of finished years.
     

 O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter-sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brim-full of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.
     

 Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death;
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago. 

the rain falls...

2010-01-08T09:22:00.000-08:00

Everytime you see a tree
or dream a cloud,
there is that in you of the tree
there is that in you of the cloud.

The saguaro dreams in drought and endures.
The cloud dreams our woe
--sneezes, cries.
The rain falls.

the colour of dreams...

2010-01-07T13:46:00.000-08:00

I've dreamt in my life 

dreams that have stayed 

with me ever after, and 

changed my ideas; 

they've gone through 

and through me, 

like wine through water, 

and altered

the colour of my mind.

the dreamer...

2010-01-06T16:16:00.000-08:00

a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight -

and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before

the rest of the world -

the shadow dreams...

2010-01-05T17:42:00.000-08:00

men are the dreams of a shadow

the nature of dreams...

2010-01-04T09:53:00.000-08:00

to me dreams

are part of

nature,

which harbors

no intention

to deceive

but

expresses

something

best it can

wishing you magical moments in 2010...

2009-12-31T16:32:00.000-08:00

In blissful dream,

in silent night,

There came to me,

with magic might,

With magic might,

my own sweet love,

Into my little room above.

from the gods...

2009-12-29T14:17:00.000-08:00

a dream, too, is from zeus...

THINKING OF YOU...

2009-12-23T18:35:00.000-08:00

as we each journey into a new year,
thank you for traveling along with me -

wishing you peace love and passion -

jenean

first a dream...

2009-12-14T15:02:00.000-08:00

Nothing

happens

unless

first

dream.

the two roads of south africa...

2009-12-13T15:45:00.000-08:00

If there are dreams

about a beautiful South Africa,

there are also roads

that lead to their goal.

Two of these roads

could be named

Goodness

and

Forgiveness.

dear friends -

2009-12-12T15:39:00.001-08:00

just to let you know, as my little campfires in blogland bear witness, the past week or so has found me distracted and sidetracked with the ups and downs of familial and other issues which have taken me from my usual time and energies on my own blogs and those of dear friends such as you - in addition, i'm working on a couple of LARGE art pieces with imminent deadlines -

so please forgive my seemingly "irreverent" attention here and know that my lack of regular postings and comments in no way reflects anything except that which it is - peripheral things to which i must attend for a couple of weeks -

but i'll be back and forth as i can so please check over at my places at your leisure, as i, of course, will yours! and, as always, i'll be thinking of you and yours with much affection - jenean

Anais Nin's motto...

2009-12-10T11:57:00.000-08:00

proceed from the dream outward

purple haze...

2009-12-08T10:33:00.000-08:00

To unpathed waters,

undreamed shores.

the icy night of my spirit...

2009-12-07T09:47:00.000-08:00

“Yes, I now feel that it was then

on that evening of sweet dreams-

that the very first dawn of

human love burst upon

the icy night of my spirit.

Since that period

I have never seen

nor heard your name

without a shiver

half of delight,

half of anxiety.”

the color of my mind...

2009-12-06T07:18:00.000-08:00

I have dreamed in my life,

dreams that have

stayed with me ever after,

and changed my ideas;

they have gone through

and through me,

like wine through water,

and altered the

color of my mind.

i dream...

2009-12-03T12:56:00.000-08:00

i don't dream
at night

i dream
all day

i dream for

a living...

the musical dreams of musicians...

2009-12-01T11:43:00.000-08:00

musicians dream of music more than twice with respect to non-musicians -

musical dreams frequency is related to the age of commencement of musical instruction, but not to the daily load of musical activity -

nearly half of the recalled music was non-standard,

suggesting that original music can be created in dreams -

the illustrated book...

2009-11-30T16:29:00.000-08:00

dreams

are illustrations

from the book

your soul is writing

about you

the creations...

2009-11-29T17:40:00.000-08:00

Our dreams are firsthand creations,

rather than residues of waking life.

the lover's dream...

2009-11-23T10:43:00.000-08:00

do i love you

because you're beautiful

or are you beautiful

because i love you?

am i making believe

i see in you

a woman too perfect

to be really true?

do i want you

because you're wonderful

or are you wonderful

because i want you?

are you the sweet invention

of a lover's dream

or are you really as

beautiful as you seem?

the dreams of cinema...

2009-11-22T09:10:00.000-08:00

“Talking about dreams
is like talking about movies,
since the cinema uses
the language of dreams;
years can pass in a second
and you can hop
from one place to another.
It’s a language made of image.
And in the real cinema,
every object and
every light means something,
as in a dream.”

the bird...

2009-11-20T08:14:00.000-08:00

Hold

fast

dreams,

for

dreams

die,

life

is a

broken

winged

bird

that

cannot

fly.

the boundary...

2009-11-17T08:03:00.000-08:00

Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off waking toils,
They do divide

our

being...

echo...

2009-11-16T06:55:00.000-08:00

Come to me in the silence of the night;

Come in the sparkling silence of a dream;

Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright

As sunlight on a stream;

Come back in tears,

O memory, hope, love of finished years.

O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,

Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,

Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;

Where thirsting longing eyes

Watch the slow door

That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live

My very life again though cold in death:

Come back to me in dreams, that I may give

Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:

Speak low, lean low,

As long ago, my love, how long ago.

the identity...

2009-11-14T14:24:00.000-08:00

there is a moment upon just

waking up from a dream

when you experience

a startling shift in perspective;

in that moment you realize that

the life you were most recently leading -

the life in your dream -

was merely a product of your imagination -

in this transition period your return

to the waking world often seems

like the termination of an illusion...

awakening from a lucid dream

can be just as startling...

because the conscious realization

that you are dreaming does not

dilute the power of your

dream identity at all.

the awakening...

2009-11-13T11:41:00.000-08:00

She entered the story knowing

she would emerge from it

feeling she had been

immersed in the lives of others,

in plots that stretched back twenty years,

her body full of sentences and moments,

as if awakening from sleep

with a heaviness caused by

unremembered dreams.

the illusion...

2009-11-13T10:48:00.000-08:00

What is life?

A madness.

What is life?

An illusion,

a shadow,

a story.

And the

greatest good

is little enough;

for all

life is a dream,

and dreams themselves

are only dreams.

of webs and walls...

2009-11-12T14:42:00.000-08:00

talking

spinning

a web of words,

pale walls of dreams,

between myself

and

all

see

this bag of dreams...

2009-11-11T15:01:00.000-08:00

Take,

if you must,

this little bag of dreams,

Unloose the cord,

and

they will wrap you round.

golden slumbers - what could be more beautiful! enjoy!

2009-11-10T06:18:00.001-08:00

life is a sleep...

2009-11-07T06:51:00.000-08:00

Our revels now are ended.

These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs,

the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples,

the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.

We are such stuff
As dreams are made on;

and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

dreams of the sea...

2009-11-06T08:25:00.000-08:00

i came here

to tell of the bells

that live in the sea

that dream of the sea

within the sea

thus

i live here

the answers...

2009-11-05T12:24:00.000-08:00

dreams are

today's answers

to tomorrow's questions -

my home waits...in dreams...

2009-11-02T11:35:00.000-08:00

What

I want to do

is travel

deep and deeper

into the dreamlands,

to find that place

that I know

is waiting

for me here.

My home.

true dreams live...

2009-11-02T11:11:00.000-08:00

Dreams

are true

while they last
and

do we not

live

dreams?

a dream deferred...

2009-10-27T07:32:00.000-07:00

What happens to a

dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun.....
......Or does it

explode?

Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet LXXXl:

2009-10-26T16:09:00.000-07:00

“And now you’re mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.

No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,
we will go together, over the waters of time.

No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.

Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
and let their soft drifting signs drop away;
your eyes closed like two gray wings, and I move

after, following the folding water you carry, that carries
me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.”

the secret spot...

2009-10-25T12:22:00.000-07:00

"Within

your heart,

keep one still,

secret spot

where

dreams

may go."

lie in blackness...

2009-10-23T06:09:00.000-07:00

Channels

are blocked in the mind,

from the day.

Lie down

in blackness of night,

forgotten remnants

rush to the mind,

creeping slowly

appear

in the

dreams.

the divided world...

2009-10-21T10:10:00.000-07:00

And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams--
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.

dark dreams from poe...

2009-10-18T13:55:00.000-07:00

Deep into that darkness peering,

long I stood there,

wondering,

fearing,

doubting,

dreaming dreams

no mortal

ever dared

to dream

before.

poppy field dream...

2009-10-17T12:28:00.000-07:00

Once in the dream of a night I stood
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.

we dream to be together...

2009-10-10T06:55:00.001-07:00

“I think
we
dream

so we
do
not
have

to be
apart
so long.
If we’re
in
each
other’s
dreams,

we
can
play

together
all
night.”

tread softly on my dreams...

2009-10-07T07:59:00.000-07:00

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, 
 Enwrought with golden and silver light, 

 The blue and the dim and the dark cloths 
 Of night and light and the half-light, 
 I would spread the cloths under your feet: 
 But I, being poor, have only my dreams; 
 I have spread my dreams under your feet; 
 Tread softly 

because 

you

tread on my dreams.   

the dream warrior - my own lucid dream experience

2009-10-06T11:31:00.000-07:00

in 1995 i went to the twin eagles pow wow in shreveport - it was the first one i had attended and my friend and i decided to go on opening day, taking along my twin granddaughters [aged 7] -

two nights before the pow wow, i had a very very vividly intense lucid dream - in my dream, which i realized to be a dream as i dreamed, i found myself in a completely pure white room - a single room with the white so bright as to be unimaginable - a pure unadulterated radiant white - in this room were several older women who were seated - no words were spoken but i knew that they were telling me that they were there to help me somehow - i can still see the cluster of them today, sitting with their long black hair the only real color in the room - they told me there was someone i needed to meet - and they were sending him to me - and through an opening in the room walked a very tall muscular man in native american regalia - he also verbalized nothing as he walked toward me - he was wearing a large plumed headband and dressed in solid white - i remember observing me from behind as i stood in the room - as he got closer to me, i awoke - and i remember watching him come closer toward me - as he got directly in front of me, i awoke -

the dream was one of those that leaves you overwhelmed with its intensity - wondering of its meaning - and feeling as if it were an actual "real" experience rather than a "dream" - i told my friend about it later that day and we laughed about it even, about the tall dark indian warrior coming to me in my dreams -

the day of the pow wow i gathered up my little granddaughters, picked up my friend and we drove to the pow wow at the shreveport fair grounds, and the huge arena in which it was being held - the crowd was enormous but we were able to get seats right on the second row from the front - perfect seats - the grand parade began with the marching out of different tribal representatives in full regalia - there were several sets of drummers chanting beating - the air was electrified - i heard nothing but the drums and the chants and the rhythm of it all - of the drums the voices the feet pounding the dirt floor - and a feeling of i don't know what came over me - a feeling of "coming home" - of having "been away" for a very very long time - a feeling of pure love - a feeling at the same time of absolute and total grief - i mean, pure unadulterated absolute "grief" - and i began to sob - i don't mean that i shed a few tears - i mean that i sobbed as if there had been a death - the sobs racked my body - they overtook my soul - my being - i was aware of people around me turning to look at me - some of them even smiled knowingly - when finally i could control the sobbing, or it stopped of its own accord, actually, i knew that something inexplicable had just happened to me but knew not what - and then, a single dancer - a kiowa - was announced - and out onto the dirt floor walked the native man who had come to me in my dream - the man in the white regalia with the beautiful headpiece - and as he danced, he danced toward me, looking at me as his feet struck the sand with each beat - i was transfixed in that moment and could do nothing but absorb the totality of those moments in time -

after several more dancers had performed, someone took my hand for me to come with them to the arena floor to join the dance/the drum - i don't remember the person - and we left out seats, my granddaughters, my friend and i, and went out onto the dirt floor where we joined hands with dancers and others and danced around the arena in unison, as one entity, to the beat the rhythm of the drums and the cries of the chants - a moment of pure beauty and love -

after the pow wow was over, we tried to find this man - this dream warrior - but unsuccessfully - he was not to be found -

but i could not lose the reality of the dream or of the elder women or of this man - and several days later i contacted someone whom i knew to be associated with the shreveport twin eagles group [but whom i'd never met] - we met for lunch the next day and i told him my dream story and the story of my reaction at the pow wow - the sobbing and the associated feelings - the grief and coming home and of peace and love - and he listened to me, his eyes never leaving my face, his long silver hair below his shoulders, with his hands out on the table toward mine - and he told me that the man in my dreams was dennis zotigh, a kiowa from oklahoma and that he, himself, had personally chosen dennis to dance at this pow wow - that dennis is a known "messenger" and that i had been chosen to receive the message this time - there was something for me to learn - a journey to be had - and then he asked me to join the twin eagles group, which i did -

i stayed a member for several years - and did contact dennis but did not receive a response - much to my dismay - however, it could be that he simply never received my email message as he tours constantly - whatever the reason, though, i have not communicated directly with him but he remains a part of my life in many ways -

and so - this is my story of the women elders and the native man who came to me in my dream -

the dream devil in music...

2009-10-05T09:48:00.000-07:00

the story behind the composer, giuseppe tartini's 1692–1770, "devil trill" starts with a dream where the devil is said to have appeared to tartini and asked him to be his servant - after their lessons, tartini handed the devil his violin to test his skill—the devil immediately began to play with such virtuosity that tartini felt his breath taken away - when the tartini awoke he immediately jotted down the sonata, desperately trying to recapture what he had heard in the dream - despite the sonata being successful with his audiences, tartini lamented that the piece was still far from what he had heard in his dream - what he had written was, in his own words: "so inferior to what i had heard, that if i could have subsisted on other means, i would have broken my violin and abandoned music forever."

the noise of consciousness...

2009-10-04T15:29:00.000-07:00

It is on the whole

probably that

we continually dream,

but that

consciousness

makes such a noise

that we

do not hear it.

the navigator...

2009-09-29T15:47:00.000-07:00

Dreams
will show you
where you are
and
where you are going.
They
reveal
your
destiny.

visions and dreams...

2009-09-28T09:42:00.000-07:00

It is only by introducing the young
to great literature, drama and music
and to the excitement of
great science
that we open to them the possibilities
that lie within the human spirit
enable them
to see
visions
and
dream
dreams

Eric Anderson

truest life...

2009-09-24T12:12:00.000-07:00

our truest life
is when
we are
in dreams
awake

in the arms of wonder...

2009-09-23T07:42:00.000-07:00

not
all
lucid dreams
are useful
but they all have a
sense of wonder
about them -
if you must sleep
through a
third of your life
why should you
sleep
through
your
dreams
too?

dream land...

2009-09-22T13:23:00.000-07:00

Where sunless rivers weep

Their waves into the deep,

She sleeps a charmed sleep:

Awake her not.

Led by a single star,

She came from very far

To seek where shadows are

Her pleasant lot.

She left the rosy morn,

She left the fields of corn,

For twilight cold and lorn

And water springs.

Through sleep, as through a veil,

She sees the sky look pale,

And hears the nightingale

That sadly sings.

Rest, rest, a perfect rest

Shed over brow and breast;

Her face is toward the west,

The purple land.

She cannot see the grain

Ripening on hill and plain;

She cannot feel the rain

Upon her hand.

Rest, rest, for evermore

Upon a mossy shore;

Rest, rest at the heart's core

Till time shall cease:

Sleep that no pain shall wake;

Night that no morn shall break

Till joy shall overtake

Her perfect peace.

chaucer and waterhouse dream works...

2009-09-21T13:48:00.000-07:00

Whan Adryane his wif aslepe was
For that hire syster fayrer was than she,
He taketh hire in his hond and forth goth he
To shipe, and as a traytour stal his wey,
Whil that this Adryane aslepe lay.'

my refuge...my pleasure...

2009-09-18T15:21:00.000-07:00

my dreams were all my own
i accounted for them to nobody
they were my refuge when annoyed
my purest pleasure when free -

asleep or awake?

2009-09-17T17:56:00.000-07:00

“How can you prove
whether at this moment
we are sleeping,
and all our
thoughts are a dream;
or
whether
we are awake,
and talking
to one another
in the waking state?

the hidden gate...

2009-09-16T16:47:00.000-07:00

"Trust in dreams,
for in them is hidden the
gate to eternity."

the child dreams your achievements...

2009-09-14T14:20:00.000-07:00

Cherish
your visions
and
your dreams,
as they are the
children of your soul;
the blueprints
of your
ultimate achievements.

connect the dream with the action...weave them together...

2009-09-11T14:19:00.000-07:00

Our life
is composed
greatly from
dreams,
from the
unconscious,
and they
must be
brought into
connection
with
action.
They
must
be
woven
together.

anais nin

the knight's dream....

2009-09-10T14:24:00.000-07:00

dream interpretation by a spanish baroque-era painter

1611-1678

we are the stuff of dreams...

2009-09-08T06:40:00.000-07:00

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

the dream shadow...

2009-09-07T13:43:00.000-07:00

That which the dream shows is
the shadow of such wisdom
as exists in man,
even if during his waking state
he may know nothing about it....
We do not know it because
we are fooling away our time
with outward and perishing things,
and are asleep in regard
to that which is real
within ourself.

bring me your dreams...

2009-09-05T15:03:00.000-07:00

Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.

the gate...

2009-08-31T15:26:00.001-07:00

Trust in dreams,
for in them
is
the
hidden
gate to eternity.

fitzgerald's use of the dream...

2009-08-29T18:18:00.000-07:00

"Winter Dreams" is a short story by F. Scott Fitzgerald that first appeared in Metropolitan Magazine in December 1922, and was collected in All The Sad Young Men in 1926. It is considered one of Fitzgerald's finest stories and is frequently anthologized. In the Fitzgerald canon, it is considered to be in the 'Gatsby era', as many of its themes were later expanded upon in his famous novel The Great Gatsby in 1925.

Dexter Green is a middle-class boy who aspires to be part of the "old money" elite. Dexter mentions that he was born in Keeble, Minnesota. His father owns the second most profitable grocery store in the town. He starts out as a teenage golf caddy at a Golf Club in Black Bear Lake, Minnesota, which has been suggested is really White Bear Lake, where Fitzgerald lived for a relatively short time at the Yacht Club. Dexter meets Judy Jones and works under her father, Mortimer Jones, at the club. One day decides he is too old to work there but in reality, he quits his job not because of his age but because he doesn't like feeling inferior to the people for whom he is caddying. After college, Dexter gets involved in a partnership in a laundry business. He returns to the Sherry Island Golf Club and is invited to play golf with the men for whom he once caddied. He encounters Judy Jones again on the golf course, only now she is older and amazingly beautiful. Later in the evening Dexter swims to a raft on the lake, and runs into Judy, who is driving a motor boat. She asks him to take over while she rides on a surfboard attached to the boat. After this encounter, Judy invites Dexter to dinner, where their affair begins. He soon finds that he is one of a dozen men she is stringing along. After about 18 months Dexter becomes engaged to Irene Scheerer, a kind but ordinary looking girl, while Judy is vacationing in Florida. When Judy returns, however, she again captures Dexter's heart and asks him to marry her. Dexter breaks off his engagement with Irene, only to be dropped again by Judy a month later. To deal with his heartbreak, Dexter joins the army to fight in World War I. We next see Dexter several years later as a single, successful New York business man. He meets a client who recalls having attended Judy Jones' wedding. The client describes Judy's husband's alcoholism and torrid affairs, and says that Judy has "faded."

The reality of Judy's life conflicts with Dexter's vision of her, and her downfall destroys Dexter's "winter dreams." The dream of being with her -- an unfulfilled dream -- has kept him from realizing that the glory of his social climb lay in its progression rather than in its fulfillment.

from dreams comes tragedy - aeschylus

2009-08-28T07:00:00.000-07:00

dionysus

Aeschylus (525 BC - 431 BC) is known as the 'Father of Tragedy'. Born in the city of Eleusis, he claims to have started writing tragedies after Dionysus appeared to him in a dream and told him to do so.

aeschylus

to dream by day...

2009-08-27T09:19:00.000-07:00

all men dream
but not equally
those who dream by night
in the dusty recesses of their minds
wake in the day to find that it was vanity:
but the dreamers of the day
are dangerous men
for they may act their dreams
with open eyes
to
make
it
possible -

the door...

2009-08-25T09:13:00.000-07:00

The
dream
is the small
hidden door
in the deepest and most intimate
sanctum of the soul,
which opens to that
primeval cosmic night
that was
soul
long before there was conscious ego
and will be
soul
far beyond
what a
conscious ego
could ever reach.