I'm walking through a line of small buildings in the heart of the City. Each is freestanding and not quite a cube: truncated or trapezoidal, leaning in a bit, like a partly petrified tent. The edges all have strong beams; the walls are translucent. Feel like I've seen these structures before--but they've grown.

The tents have open doorways, more or less in line; I walk through them all. Inside, on each wall, hang huge colored drawings of mine--silk paintings? Tracing paper? Translucent, anyway. Floor to ceiling, each a yard wide, they glow from the light leaking through, like stained glass. And, like church glass, they have spirit-power! You can feel it.

How'd I paint these? Why can't I remember? I look closer at a couple. They're line drawings first silkscreened onto fabric or fine paper, then dyed or watercolored in intricately textured rusts and golds. A woman I know walks in from the next tent, sees me and says "Hey, Wayan! What are you planning for that new one?" Oh! The series is still in progress?

I try to firm in her upper half in the same style--can I equal that masterful lower half? Struggle to find a face to match those hips, eyes that her pussy won't upstage. And I need to watch the proportions: I tend to make heads too big, long neck, short torso. But with the golden luminescence of previous successes all around me, I feel confident. I can create sexy sacred images--for they're all around me.

THE NEXT DAY

I keep reading Carl Jung's autobiography, "Memories, Dreams, Reflections." When he goes to North Africa and lives in Arab tents a while, my ears prick up...

Then he visits Ravenna. He and a friend found fascinating mosaics on the four walls of a small church. Jung was surprised: from a previous trip, he recalled windows, not mosaics. He asked around, looked them up... but found nothing on mosaics. Curious, he finally went back to the church, and found windows! Finally he learns the mosaics he saw DID exist, but in a related shrine--and they were destroyed centuries ago!

So what did he see? Where, exactly, was he? Or should I say when?

Something peculiar happened to him in that chapel. Something shamanic.

The tent-buildings and glowing wall-paintings in my dream now feel like a pagan, erotic parody of Jung's strange psychic experience--but dreamed just BEFORE I read of his own little time-trip. Psychic too--but a mirror image of Jung's vision. He saw centuries in the past; I looked one day in the future.

Which is weirder?

NOTES

• The finished paintings = skills learned, tasks done.
• Feet and legs, up en pointe = grounded, independent (stand on my own two feet) and balanced, even graceful. In contrast, Jung's visions showed baptism, the parting of the Red Sea, Christ saving Peter from drowning. All very watery! But my feet are on the earth.
• Pelvis, belly = digestion, excretion: selectivity! Take what I need, and eject the rest...
• Pussy = sex, passion, creativity, fertility, pleasure.
• This is all a shock to me! I've considered sex, digestion, and standing up for myself my weak points, what I need to work on. I thought I've over-focused on my head and spirit. The dream-paintings totally disagree...
  
• Undeveloped top half = I need to work on...
  • heart (Do I act on my feelings? Not very often!)
  • lungs (breathe deep! And making sure I have clean air. I shut down when I'm allergic.)
  • breasts (nurture others? Or do I care too much, and need to learn balance?)
  • arms/hands (I feel shy and socially awkward)
  • head (thoughts. Values? Am I still brainwashed?)
• Images painted from feet upwards = fixing one thing at a time WORKS. Fix the basics, then work up to higher issues!
• I dream it before reading the parallel story in Jung = "Hey, stupid, CHEER UP! You're not the helpless geek you think. You're as psychic as Jung ever was, and that's saying quite a bit."

ACTION:

Keep on filling myself in--from the ground up.

Yeah, right... as if there's a choice!

No, wait, there's a second action. Or non-action! Quit dissing my own sense of what feels sexy and right for me. Because my craziest impulses may be angels from the future.

So how about you?

World Dream Bank homepage - Art gallery - New stuff - Introductory sampler, best dreams, best art - On dreamwork - Books
Indexes: Subject - Author - Date - Names - Places - Art media/styles
Titles: A - B - C - D - E - F - G - H - IJ - KL - M - NO - PQ - R - Sa-Sh - Si-Sz - T - UV - WXYZ
Email: wdreamb@yahoo.com - Catalog of art, books, CDs - Behind the Curtain: FAQs, bio, site map - Kindred sites