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ADORABLE CYBORGS: by Wayan; dreamed 2016/10/5, a dream-poem on inner teamwork A child dreamer and two different kinds of cyborg must cooperate to free the hostages imprisoned under San Francisco Bay... |
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ALCOHOLIC CAT: by Montague Ullman's patient, 1950/2/24, an eavesdropping dream PATIENT: I dreamt of a dangerous cat and a mixture of cream and booze called 'appealing nausea'... THERAPIST: I heard a lecture on feeding alcohol to cats til they choose milk laced with booze... CAUTION: WILL BOTHER E.S.P. SKEPTICS |
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ALL-NIGHT BUFFALO CONVENIENCE!: by Wayan; 1995/7/24, an entrepreneurial dream. A late-night conversation with the proud developer of a new concept in South Asian convenience dining... |
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ALL THE ANIMALS: by Sharon Lynn Pugh; c.1986, an epic, species-bent, funny, feminist dream-within-a-dream I'm a fox-woman. A human man courts me--insultingly. I dream my brain grows till my head hurts, till it splits open, till light gets in. I rant at the last dragon. Strange but kindly, he gives me a picnic... |
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ANTS AT A PICNIC: by Wayan; 1984/11/16, dream-poem from predictive dreamlet DREAM: Ants invite me to a picnic. But one of the dishes they serve is--other ants! NEXT DAY: I'm invited to a picnic. And my friend, munching, says... CAUTION: BUG-EAT-BUG WORLD |
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ARTICHOKE PLATE: by Katherine Metcalf Nelson; 1982 (March?); a punning dream I realize the artichoke plate in my lap is a pun: ART! I CHOKE! I need to peel off my thorny outer leaves of professionalism to find the heart inside... |
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AT A BIG 'SWENSON' PARTY: by Jack Kerouac, mid-Sept? 1953, a nightmare on need A lovely pecan pie, but the guests are cutting pieces, dropping them, hands trembling in growing hunger desperate the dark voracious guests fighting now to freeload... CAUTION: NOT ABOUT PIE |
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BANANA CREAM PIE: by Anonymous #59, c.1960, a set of 6 experiment-protesting dreams An experiment to see if pie can substitute for REM seems to work at first, but after the third slice the subject grows less enthused. By slice six, he dreams he's forcing that pie down the experimenter... |
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BATTERED, WITH SYRUP: by Wayan; 1998/11/6 & 11/21, two healing dreams. I'm a battered girl who sings in a mall. The Dictator (of all people) helps me start healing and learn to fly... CAUTION: BATTERING AND ITS CONSEQUENT DAMAGE |
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BEAN BAR: by Wayan; 1985/12/28, a culinary fable. I don't know beans about right action, so Kokoro, master chef of the Bean Bar, teaches me the stages of true mastery... |
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BEES' DISTRESS: by Davi Kopenawa, late Nov. 1989, a shamanic dream On my first trip to Europe, I found bees there live in boxes. They came to me in my dream to say "We are slowly starving, as humans kill the flowers and trees we need." They asked me to warn the white people, who are deaf... |
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BILL COSBY'S WIFE: by Wayan; 1994/5/5, one of many creepy dreams about a comedian I loved. I'm Bill Cosby's wife, finding it hard to cook for him without a stove or fridge... CAUTION: SLANDER, I HOPED. I HOPED WRONG. |
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BLUE LIPS, GOLD EYES, ORANGE JUICE: by Wayan; 1997/5/8, a warning dream. In a world where respectable men wear masks, an old, old man rebels in the crudest way he can... |
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BLUE SOUP, NO SPARK: by Wayan; 1985/6/1, an epic dream on outgrowing God A visit to a world where they fear blue soup ends in death and resurrection, so I'm pissed at my boss--God. CAUTION: DEATH, REBIRTH, SACRILEGE... JOB BURNOUT |
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BOAR: by Ann Faraday, 1974, a punning book-review dream DREAM: I'm in a restaurant offering just one dish: wild boar, for $12. Excessive. I say no. NEXT DAY: I tackle a book review I must write. The book costs $12. Excessive. Oh! It's a... |
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BOIL THE CORD, or, A Dinner Date with the Faerie Queene: by Wayan; 2000/4/27, an anorexic dream I seek a stolen magic necklace, but end up dating the thief, an elf-queen with STRANGE taste in cookery... CAUTION: BAD SOUP |
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BONK VERONICA: by Wayan; 1997/4/1, 9-page dream-comic on body image The world's first all-bulemic band, Veronica and the Vomits, provokes a riot at our local punk club. So I go to Anorexic Bootcamp where models learn self-defense under fire, as calories and fat jokes whiz by... CAUTION: BARF, HORNY ANOREXIC, FOOD FIGHT |
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BRANCHING WOMAN: by Patricia Garfield 1973/3/9 & '71/5/1, recurrent dream motif; art by Brenda Ferrimani I was at a dream conference and brought up a recurrent theme that others hadn't mentioned: multiple antlerlike branchings... |
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BREAD CHESS: by Helen's fiancé; 1930-33, a detailed psychic dream Stalin's police held my fiancée incommunicado. But I dreamt of her prison, cellmate, and the odd game they played... |
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BREAD LIBERATION: by Georges Perec; March 1971, a dream of a lame revolution. Dream #60 Mobilization, war, troop transport, slogans, marching bands and orgies, all in an apotheosis of dough... CAUTION: ENDS IN SEX |
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BREAK / FAST: by Roswila; c. 1987, a poem of a predictive dream My friend stuffs a broken feeder with birdseed. I worry it'll attract too many wild birds. He laughs "Exactly!"... |
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THE BREAST BANDIT: by Wayan, 1984/5/31, an embarrassing dream. I'm bad. I'm really bad. I know I shouldn't have done it. But my mail-order breasts were late... CAUTION: BREAST THEFT |
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BRITISH TRIANGLE: by Wayan; 2019/8/18, a dream of another life. I'm a middle-aged British writer in a triad with a sculptor and a dairy farmer who seem happy sharing me. But it's a small town, so we must be discreet... CAUTION: TRIAD THAT WORKS |
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BULL FEEDS THE KITTEN: by Wayan; 2018/5/23 a dreampoem of using tricks to nurse feral critters Cleo the talking kitten denies being a cat, so I invent Wolf-N-Puma Chow! Must I play similar games to nourish that other feral critter... me? |
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CAIRO GIRL: by Wayan; 2008/2/18, a feverdream shifting from nightmare to joy I'm lost in the angry streets of Cairo. But I meet a goth-girl with moth-antennae: a jinni who's working for longterm change. She takes me home... CAUTION: MOTH NUDITY |
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CAKE HORSE: by Colleen D. McManus, art by Jesse Reklaw; pre-2000; a surreal warning dream? The cake horse resented my taking one slice out of him; but he let me. No second slice, though! He just laughed at me--through his bad teeth... |
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CARRIED UP: by Wayne Miller, 1972/3/3, epic nightmare turning transcendent I'm in a huge colonnade. An army of blood-painted men sacrifice the dove of peace. Their masked leader drinks its blood. But then I'm carried upstairs to meet... the prophet Daniel! I'm amid the angels, on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel... CAUTION: BLOOD-DRINKING THUGS |
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THE CAT: by David B.; 1991/9/24, an eerie sculpture come alive In the woods outside a modern art museum, I'm being stalked by Giacometti's huge skeletal cat... |
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CAT AND MOUSE: by Hervey de Saint-Denys, early 1860s?, a startling dream image A lab. The cat doesn't mind a swim in this liquid harmlessly rendering it clear as glass. It catches a transparent mouse I didn't even see! So now I faintly see a glass mouse inside the glass cat... |
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CHEESE AND SCAB GRAPES: by Wayan, 1988/8/9, a warning/predictive dream I firmly ignored DREAM: my parents nag me to go on a picnic, then bring plastic cheese and sprayed, scab grapes. Eat this & I'll get sick... DAY: a farewell lunch at work. No one likes her, so folks brought only plastic cheese & scab grapes. I eat a bit & get sick... CAUTION: PSYCHIC DREAM, STUPID DREAMER |
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CHOCOLATE BALLS: by Wayan, 2022/5/10, a surreal furry dream on Covid bloat I find I'm a self-made... critter. A plushie sewn with zippers so I can stuff any bits of me that seem flat or limp. But my filling's not cotton, polyester or foam. It's chocolate! So I have... CAUTION: CRUDE DREAM, AWFUL PUN |
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COAL FACE: by Al Davison; 1967, a recurring dream of coal-eating, magic and justice In my home town there were tales of coal-eaters. I dreamed of a miner who transformed the mine-owner into a canary--at a price. He became coal himself... CAUTION: GRIM MINE, HARSH SACRIFICE |
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COCKEREL: by Hervey de Saint-Denys, 1846, a comic transformation dream I meet King Louis-Philippe, but as I recall his symbol, the cockerel, he transforms to suit. Now he cannot read the letter presented to him, so it becomes a basket of bird-seed... |
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CONDOMS OR CONDIMENTS?: by Wayan, 1990/2/25, a sex-farce dreamlet with serious advice After seeing Christina Applegate in Married with Children, I dream I'm in bed with her. For contraception, I open a little square packet with... a condom? Or is it a fast-food packet of... CAUTION: SEXUAL THEME |
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CRESTED DEER: by Wayan; 2022/7/8, two shamanic little dreams In endangered woods I meet deer with bold black-and white feather crests. Higher up, it's barren--a hard winter. But I taste a medicinal blue-black fruit... |
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CRICKET GOT IN: by Wayan; 1988/8/25, a dream of troubling gods. A cricket actress I know makes it into the Dynasty of the Gods! Or is it the TV soap "Dynasty"?... |
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CROCODILE KING: by Christina Rossetti; 1855/3/9, a weird dream-poem she may have faked. On the Euphrates, a monstrous crocodile eats all his kin. But when a winged ship appears, he feigns remorse... |
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CULT OF CAKE: by Wayan, 2022/4/16, a dream on disinformation? I infiltrate the Cult of Cake. Novices drool over chocolate frosting and hand over their life savings. It's a pyramid scheme! A food... CAUTION: TRUMP REFERENCES; HIDEOUS PUN |
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THE DARII: by Wayan; 1994/8/15, a predictive dream of another life. I'm trying to prevent a race war, but can I kill someone I admire? And if so, can I live with it? CAUTION: RACISM, VIOLENCE, INTENSE GUILT |
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DEAD OR ALIVE? by Nancy Price; 1948, a surreal, poetic dream from the borderzone Troutmet the moon-pigeon, Burtra the blackbird, a talking acacia, my dead father and my dead gardener all give me afterlife-advice... |
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DELBOEUF'S FERN by Joseph Delboeuf; 1862; the first cryptomnesic dream quoted by Freud. Delboeuf, ignorant of botany, dreams of feeding lizards a fern called Asplenium ruta muralis; years later he finds both lizards and fern in books he read and forgot years before the dream... |
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DILL: by Wayan; 1988/9/9, a dream-poem about reverse theft I'm a reporter. In the mall, I get my pocket picked repeatedly-- but the thieves keep slipping mysterious stuff in, not out... CAUTION: PUN |
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DINO SINGULARITY: by Wayan; 2012/3/30, a paleontological speculation in a dream. Peering in a spacetime gate, I wonder if all the dinos went extinct. Would we spot an ancient Singularity? |
DOG IN A CASSOCK: by Wayan, 1972/2/3, a comically surreal dream-poem |
A master criminal is tracked down by a hound in a monk's robe who's introduced to me as... the President of the United States? |
DOG THIRST: by Cecy and Wayan; 1991/10/7, shared or telepathic dreamlets |
CECY: In a desert, a thirsty dog jumps out of a tree--the first known dog suicide... WAYAN: I'm a talking dog. Our owner denies us enough water, so we protest... |
DON'T SHOOT THE IBEX: by Jane Doe; 2005/8/9, a hunting dream. |
My hunting license won’t let me legally shoot a giraffe or ibex, but I do bag a prime Macy’s salesman... CAUTION: LICENSE TO KILL |
DOWN UNDER: by Kenneth John Atchity; c.1976, a comic on-the-road dream poem |
I ride my tricycle all round Sydney trying to get bureaucratic approval to feed bananas to my friend the grizzly bear, gooey though he gets... |
DRACULA'S SANDWICH: by Brenda Ferrimani; 1997/8/22, a death/rebirth nightmare-painting |
Dinner with Dracula goes well, considering, except for the mayonnaise. But suddenly I'm drowning! No one sees or hears me. Am I a ghost, am I dead or alive? And how would anyone notice? |
DREAMKU, JANUARY 2007: by Roswila; various dates up to January 2007; 31 dream-poems--mostly haiku |
A month of dreams full of science fiction: galactic navigation, spacedragons, oppressed fairies, alien love... |
DRINK THE DOVE: by Myoe Shonin; c.1202/9/11, a pre-Surrealist surreal dream |
The sparrow died in the ashes, but the dove in my hands became a blue cloud. I drank it, thinking "This will benefit us all"... |
EAT MORE FIBER: by Wayan, 1996/8/8, a nutritious little dream. |
Concerned about my health, I up my fiber intake. But not from the usual sources... CAUTION: BAD DIETARY ROLE MODEL |
EAT THE MOON: by Wayan; 2013/9/4; a weird shamanic dream-poem |
Lights on the moon! Future cities shine. Gotta fix that time-slip. But in shaman-space, the moon's a deerskull up a tree! I take it down, pocket its jewel-city-eyes and try to stew the moon. I'm Coyote, so my cookery goes wrong... |
EAT THE WORLD: by Ralph Waldo Emerson, between Jan 1838 & Nov 1839; a dream of surreal advice |
I was floating in the Ether, not far from this world, which seemed small as an apple. An angel took it in his hand and brought it to me and said, 'This must thou eat'... |
EATING DIRT: by Emperor Zhi Meng, c.550 CE, a predictive nightmare |
The Emperor dreamt he was eating dirt. He feared it was a metaphor for death. Wrong. No metaphor! Soon after, his enemies suffocated him in dirt... CAUTION: BRUTAL |
EATING SOIL SAMPLES: by Vladimir Nabokov, 1964/10/17, a possible predictive dream. |
In a museum, I absent-mindedly eat crumbly bricks I think are pastry; they really are rare soil-samples... Three days later, I see a TV show I thought was on children. Wrong; it's on soil samples--that turn into eatables... |
ERMINE, or, GOTHMOG'S GHOST: by Wayan, 1984/2/11, a gender-bent & species-bent warning dream | I'm a delicate little ermine-chinchilla whose best friends are all sewer rats. They push their food and drink on me, and I nibble to be polite... |
THE ERTHEDNI: by Wayan, 1977/1/8, three transformation dreams, the last with advice |
1: I'm starving in a lush valley; a cult claims all the food, the water, even the air. 2: I'm drowning in a cage but find a corner with water I can breathe--just barely. 3: I'm a merman with a wise friend who hints I need to leave those who starve & drown me... CAUTION: DOMESTIC BATTERING (OFFSTAGE) |
THE FACTORY: by Sunshine; 2015/9/25, a metaphorical dream |
Elegant, ancient, the tower rose into the clouds. Inside? Smoke & darkness. Workers roast meat... |
FALCON AND FÜHRER: by Miriel; 1985/7/31, an epic flying/transformation dream |
A mysterious "Führer" hypnotized all my companions. So I become a human-sized falcon and hunt him... |
FAMILY JESTERS: by Wayan; 2017/3/15, a dream mixing Kurt Vonnegut and My Little Pony |
Coastal unicorns are slender; inlanders bloat. Genes, diet, both? Inland bosses enslave their gracile minority. Performing pets! Jesters caged, chained & handicapped to heighten the wonder they can do their art at all... CAUTION: TROUBLING SOCIAL ANALOGIES |
A FAMILY VISIT: by Wayan; 1996/8/4, a dream of alarming family values. |
A yard sale in a small town turns out to be my family selling porn. But they want to push more than their sexual values on me... CAUTION: TWISTED FAMILY, ELEPHANT ABUSE |
FAMINE: by Marilyn Stablein; 1968, a dream while visiting Nepal... for six years |
Famine in the monastery. We add weather charts, leather laces and walking sticks to the menu. Even the ghosts are hungry... |
THE FEARFUL INSECT by Nancy Price; 1948, an episodic circular nightmare unified by a leitmotif |
A bug with a horse-skull face reappears all through this nightmare of betrayal. I only know I feared it... |
FEDERALIST SCHOOL: by Wayan; 2013/8/20; a happy advisory dream |
A free university just opened in town. The curriculum evolves by natural selection. Anyone can teach! Should I? Just don't eat the food... |
FERRYGOAT: by Wayan; 2009/8/15, a dream warning what I was becoming; Dreamverse #48 |
That levitating bear's not tightrope-walking--she rides a goat strung like soap-on-a-rope. A goat that's me! I'm eating... CAUTION: UGH! |
FIRE IN THE BELLY: by Wayan; mid 1990s crayon of (nondream) vision |
I have 'fire in the belly', so I cheer up--if the magazines are right, I'll be President. But it's just bad food... CAUTION: BELLYACHING |
FISH REMAINS: by Katherine Metcalf Nelson; 1985/9/18; a ritual closing-dream |
On my 45th birthday, at the end of my eight-year dream-art project, I dream of a women's rite turning scraps of chewed flesh into a whole fish I offer to the fishbowl in the heart of the Vatican... |
FOOD CAME BETWEEN US: by Wayan, 1993/4/25, an incubated epic diagnostic dream. |
The terror of Navy breakfast, the joy of filterfeeding, how to marry pudding, and a sniper lunch with kisses... |
FOUR TABOOS: by Wayan, 2016/3/15, four dreams on inhibitions I hoped I was over. |
Climbing out of Childhood Abyss, I literally get a leg up from a girl seeking the Ledge of Teens. A shy girl has to hide she's a were-creature. Gay men make out in the witch-registry to rattle its homophobic guardians. My sister stripteases while scolding me for a mess I didn't make... CAUTION: DUH, SEX TABOOS! KIDS, FURS, GAYS, SIBLINGS |
FOX ON THE TRAIN: by Wayan; 2015/1/9, an advisory dream painted & poemed |
I'm a guard on a train crossing the desert who falls in love with a refugee fox-girl, despite heavy specist peer-pressure and the archaic Railway Code... CAUTION: NUDE FOX |
FREAKY DREAM, or, HEART IN MY STOMACH: by Ratiries Steelclaw; c. 2004/3/30, a dream comic |
I felt like my heart was in my stomach. My friend Lyx opened me up & said "It is." She scolded me for eating it... CAUTION: URP |
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH: by Roswila, August 2002; a dream-poem illustrating dream reentry |
My horse and I dove into a lagoon and sought buried treasure on the sea-floor. What are we really after? |
FRUIT RIGHT OFF THE TREE!: by Wayan; 1997/10/16, a dream of dating advice |
A woman discovers that her new use for a truck with a telescoping arm has philosophical consequences... |
FUNERAL FOODFIGHT: by Dan Schmidt, art by Jesse Reklaw; pre-2000; a revenant dream |
As they lower me into my grave, mourners don't throw dirt but--cottage cheese? I toss it back, starting a huge foodfight. I climb out to join the fun. Only the poor pastor looks lost... |
GIRAFFE CAMOUFLAGE: by Wayan; 2020/9/1, a dream of the anti-closet? |
A human and a talking giraffe fall in love. But some hunters still shoot animal people. So he camouflages her with paint. Bright paint. Now she's more visible than ever! Not that I can criticize his eccentricities. I'm in love with a unicorn songwriter... CAUTION: FURRYPHILIA |
GOD DRESSED YE, MARE: by Wayan; Christmas carol misheard 1968/12/25, dreamt I sang 1984/9/16, & drew 2008/6/28. |
At 15 I misheard God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen and liked my version better. "Lit muffin, rude Esmé"... |
GREEN DAY DREAM: by Cristy C. Road; early 1995. A recurring dream.
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Green Day singer Billie Joe hocked a lugie on me in concert. I felt blessed... CAUTION: EWWW |
GRIMOIRE AND PACT: by Wayan, 2013/8/4, twin dreams of infestations of... health? illness? sex? magic? |
Two sisters want to lick me all over, but they lick everything; weird gut-fauna make them immune to toxins... Fairy eggs infest my home--become worms, then tiny horses, then mothwinged hobbits, then adult fairies.... CAUTION: NUDE EQUINES & FAE; PARASITES (OR SYMBIOTES?) |
HAMM: by Wayan; 2008/9/26, a dream poem; Dreamverse #31 |
A lecturer tries to help the homeless founder of Hamm's Beer, robbed by bankers. But the talk may harm more than help... |
HAVE YOUR COCK AND EAT IT TOO: by Wayan; 2007/4/14, a dream of happy autocannibalism |
I grew extra penises which bud off me like fruit. So I fry them up like sausages, and... CAUTION: GENITALIA FOR LUNCH |
HAWK AND CAT: by Wayan, 1981/6/2, a dream of ethics and terror. |
My best friend is a cat. Problem is, I'm a rare hawk--a Cat-Eater. I never, ever would, but... |
HELL HALL: by Anonymous #3; c.1920?, a dream of initiatory cannibalism |
A revival meeting goes bad--suicides, 'long pig', a hell-pit. If you sup with the devil, carry a long fork! |
HIS MINE: by Wayan; 1985/12/2, an epic Wild West dream |
I'm a hobbit seeking Henry Fonda's haunted gold mine. And find it. Or is that chocolate? But then I'm caught in a shamanic showdown in a bar where they serve real spirits... |
HOP: by Emily Joy, Maddie, and Kathe, 2004/3/31; three linked dreams of a single character |
Three friends in one bed dream three dreams in one night about a talking rabbit with a persistent request... |
HOT: by Roz Chast, 2023 or before, a dream from a subliminal stimulus |
I'm in a restaurant at a round table. Waiters wrap me in hot towels. I laugh "If I were chilled, I'd love this--but I'm NOT!" I wake to find I am too hot--too many blankets... |
HUMMINGBIRD MEME: by Althea; 2022/1/14, a dream of 15 minutes of fame |
I rescue a hummingbird who drinks nectar from my ear. It becomes an Internet star. But then a girl rides a waterslide with her tits showing, and my meme is over ... CAUTION: CARTOON BREASTS |
HUNGER: by Robert Creeley; 1970s?, an advisory dream on keeping desire grounded |
I'm at a long table. So many stews, so much rice! Soon we're stuffed. But some people yell for more! I ask the woman next to me "How could they still be hungry?" She says... |
I DREAM OF... ME: by Linda Medley; 1990 or 91, a dream-comic, the seed of Castle Waiting |
I wake in a hobbit-hole. My love looks worried. What's wrong with me? A badger takes me to see wizard Sean Connery, who gives me feathers to eat, and I become... |
I, MEATBALL: by Vladimir Cole, art by Jesse Reklaw; pre-2000; a warning nightmare? |
I'm chased by spaghetti, snared, sprinkled with parmesan. My hungry classmates loom, and my best friend says... |
THE ICE CREAM KISS: by Wayan; 1993/11/27, an uncomfortable dream. |
I'm Joe Leaphorn, in (of all places for a Navaho detective) a coven in San Francisco watching a creamy... |
ILARYA'S MIRACLE: by Ilarya, c.1639, a suspension of reality in order to... buy a fish? |
A cranky nun wants fish. Ilarya, the monastery's cook, sets out to buy one--a long walk, and unsafe after dark. So Ilarya asks the sun to halt! She buys her fish, cooks, feeds her patient, and forgets to tell it to set... CAUTION: PETTY, GOOFY, COMMUNITY-BAFFLING MIRACLE |
IN THE CAMP (THE NAKED POEM): by Karl Patten; 1972/10/27; a death-camp poem dictated in a dream |
Fat Max eats with Heinrich the guard on Tuesdays. He talks too much. You and I are hungry. Tonight... The poem appeared in the dream as it appears on the page--words, even punctuation... CAUTION: DEATH CAMP, DEATH PLOT |
IN THE STAR; 1988/9/12 by Wayan; an epic, out-of-body, intrastellar quest-dream |
I tour the heart of a red supergiant, where dreaming souls explore their fears and heart's desires, unconstrained by solid matter... CAUTION: SWEDENBORGIAN VISION, UNICORN NUDITY |
JACK OF GREATNESS: by Mistress Abbot of Guilford; 1562; a predictive, pregnancy-craving dream. |
Mistress Abbot dreams if she eats a jackfish her child will be great. Next morning one swims into her waterbucket... |
JEAN ARP'S OCTOPUS: by Wayan; 2001/2/26; a surreal dream of my surreal reaction to a surrealist and his... lunch |
A library shows me surrealist Jean Arp's sketchbook. One Eschery sketch with repeated focal points is hypnotic. But they also show me his lunch, and I try to eat it! I fail. Head & gut disagree. Stuck Arp-way... CAUTION: NEVER EAT 12-YEAR-OLD SUSHI |
JOSEPH AND THE PHARAOH: by Joseph, a cupbearer, a baker & a Pharaoh, c.1673-1660 BCE; six surreal dreams |
Joseph as a teen dreams sheaves of his brothers' grain bow to his; then the sun, moon & stars bow to him. Eleven years later, in prison, Joseph interprets two cellmates' dreams as premonitory, and gets both right. Two years later, he interprets two bizarre dreams troubling the Pharaoh, thus saving Egypt from famine... CAUTION: BRONZE AGE FUN! NEAR-FRATRICIDE, SLAVERY, EXECUTION, FORCED MARRIAGE... |
JUDGE, FLASHER, PIG: by Wayan, 2023/10/22, two parallel, surreal dreams |
A pig-man hybrid--huge mouth, tiny body--happily eats trash, smirking as I pass... Then a woman bends over to flash me, smirking, as a censorious Judge glares... CAUTION: SCENE 1 GROSS, SCENE 2 SEXUAL |
JUMBLE by Nancy Price; 1948, a comically exaggerated predictive dream |
A bewildering dream of a boy's borrowed bath, absconding renters' furniture and fly-eating turns real a few weeks later... |
KNEADING DOUGH: by Madellyne Waugh; 2009, a punning dream on money-shame |
I'm in the kitchen making a mess--kneading pasta dough on the bookcase. If my mom comes in and sees... |
LAMPREYS: by Wayan; 1974/6/27, a dream of assimilation |
Pretty much everyone in my school is a bloodsucking alien, but, come to think of it, so what? CAUTION: SEX, VAMPIRES, SEX WITH VAMPIRES, BUT NICE VAMPIRES |
LEATHER BOYS: by Sunshine; 2015/3/17, a Lovecraftian dream |
Leather boys flap down from the sky, feeding from giant mustard pots. We fight them with honey & boomerangs. |
THE LEMON SEA: by Wayan; 1982/2/22, a dream warning. |
I wake up as someone else. I go through her working day, till Captain Kirk comes to take me to... |
LIFE FORCE: by Patagia; 2006/8/9 & 8/31, three career-advice dreamlets |
Out of a Campbell's soup can poured life force: someone's last breath...
| MARABOU MONSTER: by Rustling Leaves; dreamed 2014/3/15 |
I've got too many obligations, an elderly relative to care for, and now giant birds are invading my house. CAUTION: STALKING, KILLER BIRDS |
MILK ADDICTS: by Wayan, 1974/6/2, an early psychic dream. |
I'm in what seems to be a village of very conservative Muslims. But they're really alien castaways... |
MINER'S LETTUCE: by Wayan; 1989/1/4, an indigestible little dream. |
Our cowboy posse tracks a fugitive to a strange amethyst mine, where we're offered peculiar jobs... |
MISTRESS TOOTHSMOOTH: by Yves Delage, 1915/1/20, an early anima dream |
I'm in the cellar, petting a tiger-cat. She speaks inside my head: "I'm tired of living on bread. I need meat." I make excuses--it's pricy--then see big hanging quarters of meat. I hide them! She says "Call me Mistress Touttmouss"--well, something like that--I know it's English, but can't make it out til I wake, when I see... |
MOLY: by Thom Gunn, c.1968, a nightmare poem. |
She turned me to a pig. I rooted hungrily, not for food but for moly, the sacred herb that could undo her spell... CAUTION: TRAPPED IN PORCINITY |
MONSTERS FROM MY SOUP: by Cyberwebspace; 2010/9/30, a stubborn nightmare |
How'd that spider, dragon and T. rex get in my soup? I skip lunch. Dig in the garden, but scaly heads pop out to nip at me. Persistent! |
MOOD ELEVATOR: by Wayan; dreamed 1982/5/12, a surreal/comic dream opposing mood enhancers |
Dinner with the Lightbulb Heads. When we leave, the Mood Elevators welcome us... but won't let us out! And in the struggle to escape, heads will roll--and shatter... CAUTION: HARSH WORDS ON WESTERN MEDICINE |
THE MOOMIN COMMISSIONERS OF TIME: by Wayan; 2008/9/17, a dream-poem, Dreamverse #27 |
A new Eve asks the Time Commission to send her and her baby back to Ethiopia 45,000 years ago. But they're shy Moomintrolls, not humans... |
A MORAL CANNIBAL: by Wayan; 1995/2/15, a dream on logic and hunger. |
A cannibal friend of mine is shocked at our burial customs, and argues his case in court using crabs... |
MUPPET WITNESS: by Bill Tjaden, art by Jesse Reklaw; pre-2000; an absurd dream |
I work in a witness protection program. We hide the Muppet on the bottom of an empty swimming pool, hand him a long straw, and fill it with... |
THE MUSICAL AMOEBA, by Hermester Barrington, spring 1979, a predictive musical dream |
I'm hiking through the Catskills when a gigantic amoeba comes slipping over the hills... |
MUSTARD REVENGE: by Wayan; dreamed 1982/2/15, a nightmare sympathizing with the enemy |
After eating iffy food, I had gut pains all night--but I dreamed of rebels with swords fighting a fascist empire. Were my dreams siding with the food? Well, no... |
MUSTARD VAMPIRE : by Wayan; 1984/3/1, a warning dream. |
I love a cute vampire. She's willing to go on a diet. Even so, do I have enough blood to spare? |
MY DREAM NIGHTJOB: by Jack Kerouac, late 1956 or early '57, an outa-the-mouths-of-babes dream. |
I commute to my dreamjob on a four-story bus; then my baby brother (who I wouldn't let eat any chocolate pudding) utters a new poem by William Blake... |
MY FAVORITE DREAM OF 1991: by Mary Fleener; 1991, a joyful dismemberment dream. |
My friend Carol and I are carrots. We crawl out of our vegetable bed through the kitchen window, and end up happily hot-tubbing in soup... |
NIETZSCHE EATS A TOAD: by Frederick Nietzsche; c.1867; a (prodromal?) nightmare |
At a party, Nietzsche told a young woman "my hand was transparent as glass; and a fat toad sat on my hand. I felt compelled to swallow it, and did..." CAUTION: CREEPY DREAM, CREEPY FOLLOW-UP |
NIGHTMARE STUDIO: by Gary Panter, 2003, a 5-page comic of his lonely surreal dream world |
(plus a 2018/8/31 dream by Wayan provoked by Panter's dream art) Rather than a dream narrative, this is a tour through Gary's common dreamscapes-- forgotten places, empty streets. Or ones you wish were empty... |
NIGHTMARE TRANSUBSTANTIATION: by Wayan; 2015/2/10; a gross-out but predictive nightmare |
I'm in a basement, forced to enact a ritual where I must mate with, then FEED on, a flayed creature... I wake shaken, open a random book--and it describes the ancient Celtic rites of Epona... CAUTION: BESTIALITY, MATE-DEVOURING |
HIS NORI SUIT: by Wayan; 1992/9/4, a dream on isolation. |
Down at the tideline, a man dressed in seaweed disproves John Donne's adage... |
O LA LA, WHAT A STRANGE DREAM: by Julie Doucet; 1989, a comic space sex dream |
Mom gave me cookies for my three-year solo spaceflight. Special cookies for both ends of me... CAUTION: NUDITY, BAD SEX ADVICE |
O MAIDENS IN YOUR SAVAGE SEASON: by Wayan; 2024/4/15, a sex dream on... fish? |
After reading a manga and gorging on sushi, I dream a mob of little ninjas dressed as catgirls pile on me, begging to be petted. Excitement, guilt... CAUTION: PEDOPHILIA, NON-FREUDIAN INTERPRETATION |
THE OCCUPATION: by a patient of Peter O'Connor; 1985 or before, a therapy-guiding initial dream. |
Touring an underground maze, I meet a woman I like. But her brother bristles. Then, from a height, I see the ventilation pits of the labyrinth laid out like a map. The Japanese invade! Hide in the jungle. Women in rags butcher centipedes & mice... CAUTION: UNHAPPY MEALS; OVER-JUNGIANISM |
OMELET BEACH: by Wayan; 2007/1/15, a dream on how things look through your third eye |
An alien beach scene--as seen through eyes that see bodies’ energy fields more than surface forms... |
ON BEING NEEDY/NEEDED: by Roswila; February 2002, a dream-poem |
In her kitchen she offers me shortcake. She's short herself, for she gives away all to everyone--only her bodiless head is left... |
THE ONION: by Sunshine; 2015/3/16, a magical dream voyage |
My love and I steal the only onion in the world! To make our getaway we sail off the edge of the earth... |
ORANGE: by Jim Shaw; c.1994; a wordplay dream? |
A coy, giggling giant orange bounces onto a man's bed, trying to seduce him, and... |
OWL AND CHEESE: by Wayan; 1986/7/8, a dreamtale of a Shadow? |
An alien woman makes a mess of our economy, ecology, world--but insists she wants to be my friend... |
PARENTAL TOUGH LOVE: by Wayan; 2023/4/5, a dream baring a deadly pattern |
My parents, alive again, steal my car, my meds & my supplements, trapping me in their isolated house and forcing me to stay awake-- no sleep, no food. They're out to cure my silly, selfish idea I have needs... |
PATCHES PAWS AT FLYING FISH-TOAST FRIENDS: by Sarah Silver; 2006/7/26, a hallucinatory image |
Patches the kitten, my alter ego, paws at flying fish who are also toast-slices... |
PEGGY’S CAKE: by Jenny Badger Sultan; l998/10/26 , a nightmare plus surrealist painting. |
At a party I meet a friend I thought was dead. She’s become a small talking rabbit made of cake, and I... CAUTION: UGH |
PIGEON SHAMAN: by Rick Veitch; Feb 1974, a dream-comic on Jungian shadows. |
Bums tap on the diner window. I tell them to buzz off, until I really look at the latest--a shaman dressed as a huge pigeon. He's no panhandler!... |
THE PLACE OF SPROUTING CORN: by Jenny Badger Sultan; 1989/1/10 & 1989/6/28, twin initiatory dreams. |
I'm shown corn plants growing from skulls, and it seems like I must plant some skull-corn myself... |
THE PLAY: by Georges Perec; February 1972, a dream with the attention span of a gnat. Dream #108 |
I'm in a play. Fear, then joyful sex, then ranching, then silly hats, as a man drones on about class struggle. Weird chairs, pingpong, coffee, impossible double utterances. At last I tell friends my dream--backwards. Then I write the dream down on slices of cheese... CAUTION: SEX ONSTAGE |
PONYGIRL'S DIET: by Wayan; 2010/3/31, a furry health-advice dream |
I dream of a half-pony half-human girl who can't eat either hamburgers or hay. She figures out an appropriate diet... |
PRESIDENTIAL TACO: by Robert Adams, art by Jesse Reklaw; pre-2000; a dream farce |
I botched President Clinton's taco. And on the way home, I fell in the river. Luckily, Jesse Jackson happened by and pulled me out, restoring my faith in... |
RAETHE: by Wayan; 1990/4/19; a delicate follow-up dream, drawn & poemed |
In the Cave of the Ant Ambassador, I meet his mate, a beautiful translucent fox named Raethe. Way happier with her mate (& body!) than in that dream just two months ago... |
RAGS TO RICHES: A FIGHT FOR LOVE: by Hyal; October 2006, a dream of courage. |
I was just a street rat, but I danced with the princess at a ball, and fell in love. Three rich suitors pulled their blades... |
RETURN FROM EXILE: by Anonymous #48, early 1994?, a fierce political dream |
I'm a rebel leader released from prison only to find my people beaten down and malnourished. I swear to eject our oppressors despite the price of war. ... |
ROLL IT!: by C.W. Truesdale, before 1983, a flirtatious, pun-rich falling dream |
I'm sitting in a car teetering in the front row of a theater balcony. By me, R. is licking a cherry- flavored sucker. As the film crew yells "Roll it!" my foot slips on the brake and I do... |
ROLODEX: by Rick Veitch; 1994 or before; a dream about successful dreamwork? |
The posse lost their enemy; reluctantly they asked a tracking detective--me. They found him where I knew he'd be--from eating my Rolodex cards... |
RONALD REAGAN STOLE MY SOUL!: by Wayan; 1983/3/7; a dream-comic |
I was a robot who had a soul--till the Reagans stole it! I track them down, and demand it back. Simply confronting them works--the hole inside me is filled... CAUTION: CAUSTIC POLITICS |
ROOSTERDOG: by Larry Vigon; 2003/4/22; a nested dream |
In the woods I catch a beautiful rooster. It doesn't struggle; it turns into a dog. We make friends. We sleep together in the wood; I dream we grow old together. The dog's owner wakes me; farewell, dog! But at least the funeral has caviar... |
SALAD DATE: by Wayan, 2023/11/10; a surreal dating dream |
I'm dating a sexy salad. But I just gobble the good bits and leave: I have an appointment in Chinatown. The salad understandably feels let down, but she's painfully familiar with guys who eat and run... CAUTION: WEIRD EVEN BY MY STANDARDS |
SANTA CLUMP: by Wayan; 2009/9/16, an absurd dream-poem; Dreamverse #54 |
I find myself sitting on toy trains and fake snow as I'm told a fable: how a herd of department-store Santas got tragically lost in a blizzard... |
SCROLLS: by Chris Wayan 1989/2/17, & Mark Varitz 1989/2/18; parallel dreamlets |
CHRIS: I find what may be a magic potion, if it has a scroll hidden in the liquid... MARK: I'm underwater. Spirits dance around me, on top of sunken scrolls... |
THE SEA-HAG RIOT: by Wayan; 1989/6/5, a wild dream hiding a warning. |
Aliens, hypnotherapy, dancing molars, riots, witches, flying pianos, lettuce... yet there is a point. |
SELVDROLLA: by Havelock Ellis; before 1922, an ignored prescriptive dream |
A doctor tells Ellis to try "selvdrolla", but he's so focused on the strange name he forgets the prescription... |
SENTENCED TO CHEESE: by a Birmingham physician; early 1850s? a classic subliminal nightmare |
One night as I slept over a cheese shop, I dreamt I was trapped in a huge cheese, as a rat-horde gnawed... CAUTION: YOU ARE LUNCH |
THE SHAMAN INSPECTOR: by Wayan; 1996/7/31, a dream on core values. |
My work as a federal shaman inspector involves judging a rainbow of traditions by a few basic principles: |
SHAMANIC CHEW-TOY: by Wayan; 2011/3/16; nested dreams of strange women |
Compulsively honest spirit-women with waterjugs invade my friend's house. I wake to find my girlfriend's obsessing on hair loss. To calm her, I babble about limb loss... and wake again to find she was a dream too. |
SINK JOHN: by Wayan; 1981/5/25, a dreamtale on "when in Rome..." |
My friend sleeps with an alien. He's ugly, but I don't care. What bothers me is, he eats bits of himself... CAUTION: SEX, RECREATIONAL CANNIBALISM, PROSTITUTION, THE KITCHEN SINK |
SIT ON A CLOUD: by William S. Burroughs, 1990?, a big-city flying dream |
A thousand feet above New York. I meet two naked angels who say it's their first flight, but I got no fear of falling anymore; got no body to fall. Sit on a cloud. Just me and my shadow... |
SIX DREAMS: by Jim Shaw; c.1994, a very busy night! |
1: A flooded bathroom becomes 2: a glass water-piano; 3: my friend strips in a restaurant, so 4: they serve me gutted dog. 5: Dolls teach prostitution, as 6: a rhino rubs up to an elephant-bear... |
SLOW PARK FIX: by Wayan; 1996/9/24, a diagnostic dreamtale. |
Infected glass-cuts scar the vegan alligators in the park. As part of a cleanup, I'm told to EAT one... |
SMALL MIRACLES: by Wayan; 2008/9/7, two dream-poems (Tiny Scientists and Barberry); Dreamverse #23 |
Things start materializing in my house: first three tiny naked scientists, then a huge impossible fruit... CAUTION: NUDE SCIENTISTS |
SNOW by Nancy Price; 1948, a false-waking dream about living vs survival |
Lost in the snow, I must give my baby to a stranger or let my dad put him in a box, safe, forever... |
SORRY, MY MISTAKE: by Roz Chast, 2023 or before, a apologetic apocalyptic dream |
The lights go out, the world's ending. Roz tries to make party snacks and keep folks calm. At last she notices lights out the window. Other buildings seem fine. Is it really the Apocalypse? Or... |
SORTING HAT, DRUNKEN CAT: by Wayan; 2013/10/18, a steadily mutating warning-dream |
I discover a Sorting Hat, as in Harry Potter--and it moves in with us. Our cat crawls in and plays peekaboo. She becomes a teenager eager to get drunk at Thanksgiving--like every adult in her life. But she's not puking drunk like them, so she must be OK! Just as I think I am--I only overwork to exhaustion. CAUTION: DRUNK TEEN CAT, SEVERELY ALCOHOLIC ADULTS |
SPEWING WINE: by Wayan; 1992/8/17, a Freudian-slip dream baring family dysfunction |
My family moves into a damp, leaking basement. My dad just sneers at us for fussing about the cold, the damp, the mildew, the leaks. "I'll show you REAL leaking..." |
SPILL SPELL: by Wayan; 1995/9/30, a mini-dream. |
I'm a Lapp boy in northern Finland, studying shamanism. So why do I pour coffee down a driveway? |
SPOON CHALLENGE: by Emily Joy; 2006/8/30, a mathemagical dreamlet. |
I want to drink the elixir, but negative 20 spoons block me! Can I remove them? With warped teacup logic & reciprocals… |
SQUASH WITH WHITE SAUCE: by Wayan; 1983/12/17, not a symbolic dream, no no |
I'm in a department store trying on clothes when I notice there's a large zucchini growing from my crotch... CAUTION: SQUASHY PENIS, ICKY RECIPE |
STARVATION?: by Wayan; 1995/8/28, a journal extract on body image. |
On a poster of a model who's around my weight, someone's scrawled STARVATION IMAGERY... CAUTION: DEFENSE OF SKINNY PEOPLE |
STEREO TREE-BRIDGE: by Wayan; 2023/1/27, a surreal predictive dreamlet |
DREAM: a weird footbridge of twisting tree-branches; with steps made of wood-cased stereo equipment! NEXT EVE: a birthday potluck with a twisting papier-maché trees. Steps lead up to a treehouse full of... |
STRYCHNINE FORGIVENESS: by Wayan; 2008/3/31, a diagnostic nightmare |
I meet a woman on an oxcart who's sure we all want to poison her-- but in a way her affliction's made her forgiving, even noble... CAUTION: MADNESS |
SUCK MY CONE!: by Wayan, 1995/1/11, a bluesy dream. |
Nerds built the blues. Rick Moranis, famous blues-nerd, makes a groupie suck his ice cream cone... CAUTION: MOCKS MUSIC, RACE, VANILLA ICE (CREAM)... |
SUCKER!: by Wayan; 1990? Crayon, 12" square. Health reminder.. |
I was anorexic for years before I found I was allergic to many foods--I had good reason not to eat!... |
SUSHI CIRCUS: by Wayan; 1982/2/17, an illustrated psychic dream. |
To avoid being stabbed, I flee the Psychodrama Circus. Wisely--the place explodes! But it's the filling of the sushi roll that really upsets me... CAUTION: CANNIBAL MAKI |
SWALLOWED!: by Wayan; 1990/7/30, a warning dream. |
An ancient pictograph inspires me to try a meditative technique: shrinking and letting myself be eaten... CAUTION: DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME |
SWALLOWING NUMBERS: by Jim Shaw; between 1987 & Jan. 1995; a surreal eating dreamlet |
I was late for something, so I opened my pocket watch and swallowed a bunch of numbers... |
THE SWEET WALL: by Wayan; 2011/5/8, a charming but mysterious dream vignette |
A lonely little girl plays on a swing in her yard. A shy young faun or satyr who has a crush on her conjures up a strange gift: a translucent wall of candy... |
TAROT: THE SMORGASBORD OF LIFE: by Wayan; Tarot card, 3x5", summer 1978. |
You get to fill one tray. Guns sex jewels pot hamburgers TV God power thrills love? Choose! |
TANYA'S DREAMS: by Tanya, as told by Gayle Delaney, Jan 1971-June '72; a set of 6 breakup dreams |
My friend Tanya tries hard to save her marriage, but in her dreams Isidora Duncan, Carl Jung, even the gods themselves warn her to face their deep incompatibility... |
THE TIGER CUBE: by Wayan; 1996/1/19, a mysterious not-quite-nightmare. |
An alien tiger and his human girlfriend herd me to their house and show me a cube of raw flesh... but why? |
TIGER DIALOGUES: 1973-4 by Ann Faraday, plus a dreamlet by John Wren-Lewis; recurring dreams |
When I overwork, neglecting my body's wants, I dream of an angry tiger. Over time, I've learned (mostly) to feed my tiger, and sometimes he's an ally now... |
TIGER TALL: by Wayan; 1992/7/3, a marathon dream. |
I'm a tiger from Planet Cat, visiting Earth to run in San Francisco's "Bay to Breakers" race. I knew racial tensions were high, but why is William S. Burroughs out to kill me? Oh. Because... |
TIMEDOORS OF THE GODS: by Wayan; 1998/2/17, a mysterious initiatory dream. |
I'm mortal, yet I'm offered a residency in the Commune of the Gods, along with Xena the Amazon Warrior and... Little Red Riding Hood? |
TIPCAT: by Anonymous #57; c.1920; a funny little dream-poem |
Four lines of comic nonsense composed in a dream... |
THE TOAST OF CREATION: by Wayan; 1981/11/21, nondream crayon/ink image |
How the world was really created. God said "Let it be well done" and it was well done. CAUTION: TECHNOLOGICAL BLASPHEMY |
TORTILLA EARS: by Wayan; 1994/6/2, a short shamanic dream. |
Why's Mexico City built where it is? And why is corn called "ears"? It turns out these questions are linked... |
TOWER OF THE MARTIAN DEAD: by Wayan, 1983/7/7; a dream-poem of an exo-Valhalla |
Climbing a mountain on Mars, I reach a hall where I'm transformed into a cryophilic being. Then I feast on methane soup with the heroic Martian dead... |
THE TRAIN ON TIME CAFE: by Wayan, 1981/12/20, an epic political dream. |
Silicon Valley goes enthusiastically fascist. I hide in a berry patch. They build a shining world, and then... |
TRANSLUCENCY AS AN ADAPTATION IN ARBOREAL CRUSTACEANS: by Anonymous #46, early 1994?, an epic dream |
Arboreal marsupials with megaphones narrate a Polynesian documentary, while the rare translucent lobster sings its death song, sacrificing itself for lunch CAUTION: WILL CAUSE VEGETARIANISM |
TURKEY: by Erin Wagner, fall 1994?, recurring nightmares |
I get painful menstrual cramps, and with them come nightmares of birth. Not always child birth; once it was five kittens. Most recently the baby was human but encased in a Butterball turkey... |
ULYANOVSK: by Wayan, 1987/11/4, a predictive & advisory dream |
DREAM: I'm a Soviet Potato Fest. Reds, grannies, food. A girl's told a life-and-death lie about a canine... NEXT DAY: I read a version of Red Riding Hood, and the dream's weird elements suddenly make sense. CAUTION: SOVIET CLICHÉS, E.S.P. SPECULATION |
UNSWEPT HOUSE: by Emanuel Swedenborg, 1744/4/1, a flying-searching-unreadiness spiritual dream |
Swedenborg flies on horseback through a house seeking someone. One room's clean, lit, full of people, but most are empty and dirty. Longing to meet God is not enough! He's only cleaned up one aspect of his life... |
UTOPIA: by Wayan; 37 p, 3.9 MB, 2007/5/9, a painted improv exploring... wishes? |
An improvised painting-series exploring my obsession for Utopia--and your deafening silence... CAUTION: IDEAS, FURRY NUDITY, THAT GOSH-DARN MODERN ABSTRACT ART |
VELOCIRAPTORS AND BANANAS: by Wayan; 1994/2/6, a predator-advisory dream. |
After a visit from our landlady's angry, crazy son I dream hungry velociraptors invade our house... |
A VIAL CRIME: by Wayan; 1984/5/21, a cartoon dream protesting that I wasn't me today |
I'm a flying fox in England. I see a poisoning and call for help. Ugly knockoffs of Peanuts characters attack me! The real Peanuts gang defeats them; Snoopy drives the victim to the hospital, saving her. It really is vital to be... authentic. CAUTION: PUNS |
VISIONS UPSTAIRS: by Wayan, 2007/1/15, an ero-spiritual dream-comic |
Junk in the attic? Treasures! The cat musicians shift from cartoons to life as I ascend, til in the ultimate attic--the astral beach--I meet a cattaur made of pure (de)light... CAUTION: SEX-CRAZED CATS, NEW AGE FINALE |
VULTURE PEOPLE: by Jack Kerouac, 1962, a gross-out nightmare--and a warning? |
The vulture people are fucking in the city dump. I end up their guest, given putrid food in their cold stinking house of rancid grease. I'll become a vulture too... CAUTION: UGH! |
WABOSE'S VISION: by Catherine Wabose (Ogeewyahnoquot Okwa), Feb. 1814? shamanic initiation dreams |
After fasting for six days, I dreamed of three spirit helpers who aided my village, guiding hunters toward game and healing others. But I lost so many loved ones... CAUTION: SPOUSE MURDERED; CAREER BURNOUT |
WATERMELON MINE: by Wayan; 2023/6/18, a surreal dream with long-term advice |
I'm the new manager of the watermelon mine. And to free the trapped minors-- oops, miners!--I have to plan. So I cover the floor with My Little Pony post-its... CAUTION: CARTOON NUDITY |
WERE-COMPOSER: by Wayan; 1995/2/15, a trashy dream. |
I help a brilliant, starving composer turn his family curse into a profitable business... |
WHERE IS MY MOTHER?: by Kelly Simon; 1992?; an epic time-traveling dream of roots |
I'm nine years old again. But my mom acts like a child--crawls into a hole. I follow, scared, and find my grandfather packing to leave the Old Country before the Nazis kill us all... CAUTION: FEAR & PERSECUTION |
THE WHITE DEER'S EXPERIMENT, or, FAWN OF A LESSER GOD |
by Wayan; 2013/4/13, an epic shamanic epiphany dream with tinges of ESP I meet my Creator--a were-deer. No wonder I'm a shy, horny herbivore so unlike these naked apes! She tells me my divine purpose... CAUTION: MONOTHEISTIC BLASPHEMY; E.S.P. FLASH; NUDE DEER |
WHO ATE MY LETTUCE?: by Wayan; 1983/1/13, a short dreamfable. |
An invisible monster is eating my lettuce patch. It casts a huge blurry shadow, leaves footprints, but... |
WHO SHATTERS?: by Wayan; 1995/6/18, a cryptic culinary dream. |
Dry noodles shatter when bent. Wait, not noodles--they have auras! Feel like me--parts of me? Oh! These aren't noodles or strands of my being. I'm not this brittle. They're relatives! |
WILD W.I.L.D.: by Dream Junkee; 2008/1/19, an epic lucid frustration dream? |
I'm lucid but paralyzed. A weird child spies on me; is she controlling me? Then I'm having sex--but if I come, I'll wake up! Then some thugs jump me. I make sure they won't bother me again, but... is everyone in this dream out to distract me? CAUTION: SEX, MUGGER-STOMPING |
WINGS by Nancy Price; 1948, two bird-people dreams, one psychic |
I have a long chat with two songbirds. Next I'm a parrot, living in rainforest. Then the mail comes... |
WITWEET WAYAN: by Wayan, 1979/1/10, a dream of butch and femme. |
Six generations in the future, I find a poodle who can defuse the bomb my snotty friends can't... CAUTION: MAD SCIENTIST, EXHIBITIONIST GIRLFRIEND, POODLE MOCKERY |
WOLF BAFFLER: by Wayan; 2019/9/3, a comically surreal dream-poem |
My job's to feed the wolves downtown with the heads of tuna-human hybrids; I mystify the pack with a blend of skating, ballet and rope tricks. Wait, could this work on scary humans, too? |
THE WORK OF POWER: by Anna Kingsford; Dec. 1880, a wildly uncompromising dream-sermon |
A dream telling how to acquire mystic power: raw food, no sex, meat, or booze; just meditate in rural solitude... CAUTION: EXTREMISM |
YUM YUM!: by Wayan; 1985/1/31, a smelly dream. |
DAY: a toxic potluck. Not the first! But this time I say no... DREAM: I'm a scent-oriented alien, tossing stinkbombs back... |
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