Pondering: Who goes to sleep? Who goes to dream?

When I go to sleep I ask myself: Who is going to sleep and who is going to dream? The “I” that I know by day, (my body, my familiar identity, my ego), goes to sleep in the sense of turning off — and another aspect of my self, more mysterious and less ‘tagged’...

Vacation Photos: Dreamy Montreal — CV

While on summer vacation in Montreal, David and I found ourselves talking about dreams, precognition and mutual dreaming — while we tried to cool off during a brutal heat wave. David is a scientist, I tend toward the mystical side of things. David says he does...

A Poem on the Nature of Dreams – CV

    On the Nature of Dreams “As is generally known, we cannot manipulate dreams: they are, as it were, the voice of nature within us.” – Marie-Louise von Franz Wild animals are in the woods beyond The house. My sister and mother stand oblivious To the...

Insommnia – gift to the dreamer

It used to be that when I couldn’t sleep, I’d lie in bed and feel the anxiety building in my chest. I’d worry about not sleeping, I’d worry about how tired I’d be in the morning, I’d count backwards or try to remember the names of everyone in my first grade classroom,...

Corner View — Orange (Dreaming in Color)

For days, it seemed, my thinking had been fuzzy; my mood detached. My dreams had been hard to “catch.” I wasn’t writing — that would require focus, which I didn’t have. Then, dreamed I was in a kitchen so small and narrow that my hips brushed against the...