The Art of Dream Alchemy: Imaging the Mythical Tale
A collaboration with gina, maria, and ruth
Dream Soul Speaks:
I am standing in a second-floor apartment observing the blue-green, dark sea-colored walls. The apartment is in the shape of a circle, so I walked through the open doors to each room. Standing in one room, I could see into the next room. My friend Kristen was standing in one room, maybe it is her room. She is leaning against the wall. I remember her red hair pulled up in a bun, bangs flowing along her forehead. I walk to the room with a piano and I pick up a small string instrument on a wooden chair. I ponder, I could learn to play it…plucking the strings, I yearn to create a familiar sound.
Imaging a Mythical Tale:
Yearning for a Spell
Looking out the window in this second-floor apartment, watching the clouds darken, I listen to the tonality of the steps, which reveals the direction of the music in the third room. So, I step quietly towards the song, and a sense of ease comes over me as I settle in to getting to know this instrument. I touch my throat, remembering…It feels like an old friend telling me the story of all that has passed since we were last together. And I yearn, as I stand in the door listening to her play…Kristen, wisps of her hair subtly caressing her face…Yearning to create a familiar sound makes me wonder if the walls sound like crashing waves and if Kristen is a mermaid, or a sea creature of some sort. I giggle at such ideas, sitting down on the floor under the window, listening to the sound of rain…drop. The room seems above sea level though, yet I long to hear the sound of waves, crashing and gaze upon a red-haired creature swimming through the surf.
After a time, I get the sense of another presence in the room…it’s a feeling of being in company with deep wisdom. Or is it that I am under the spell of this song?
