Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 12/27/2022
By Aler
I need to commute to work to teach my final lecture. We are in Poland, traveling by ship. The dream is in scratchy black and white of a silent film. We throw our bags in the front and move back towards the seating. There is a cloud of smoke and the boat is now a bus. We get in. I’m Maude the bus we look out the windows. They’re all rear projection films. I note that it’s crisper than any silent film I’ve seen, and the blacks are much darker. From the front window we travel through a city. Through the left windows I see traffic. In addition to carts and horses, there are modern cars. I watch the city pass through the right. There are splashes of colour. I name them as I see them. “Red and blue. Green and yellow, orange”. It’s beautiful. We get out of the bus into the city. It’s extremely still. There are pools of water that splash when you step into them but return to a mirror like surface. Any fountains are perfectly laminar flows. There are more colours. It is extremely beautiful. Exploring the city, there are little scenes projected from filmstrips, often reflected from mirrors. A closeup of an insect, in amber light. I walk around, narrating what I see. I joke that I should test my students on this instead of what I was teaching. I find some glass doors, and pass through. There are dripping icicles that I find to be made of plastic. One breaks off and i carefully place it in a plastic green chair. Water flows over concrete stairs onto a street. I ask if anyone has tried to leave a dream? I walk through the water in the left side of the stairs, holding into a railing. Water flows through the street, right to left. I walk upstream. There is a little waterfall, then it opens into a vast room. Filmstrips in the hundreds fill the room. They loop through projectors that point into the city. Some are controllable by computer, but most are in a loop. We explore the room and look closely at the film strips. There is a giant sign on the wall giving info about the artist. Christine something “ gentleman artist”, has created an entire world of film. Postscript: I wake up and start to write the dream. The app has a different interface. I hear audio disparaging my father. This is also a dream. I’m dreaming of writing my dream. Now I am awake.