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A collective dream harvest. Exhibition Compendium Art Book.

It doesn’t matter what time it is.We Dream in the Daytime too...

A curated conversation between visual art and excerpted dream

narratives collected from individuals across the U.S. via pre-stamped

postcard submissions.

An examination of how the psyche can adventure and engage in such a way that our waking hours are informed by and lived with an intentional integration of our dream intellect and experiences.

I run towards the platform thinking I see the train but as I rush down the stairs I see that there is no train, just a very steep platform. I nearly fall and some people help me avoid a very tragic death.

A train pulls in, with three of its’ cars crushed by a fallen oak tree. We board and look at the next stop, which reads Helveden. Nobody knows where that is. Sophia Loren is sitting with a French textbook doing homework. She asks me to read a passage, but when she hands me the book, the only word on the page is

Le Homosexual.

Alexander CavaluzzoNew York, New York

A couple of guys walk in with an enormous six-foot catfish and throw it on a bed I didn’t even know was in the corner of the room.

They slash it down the middle from head to tail and gut it right there on the bed.

N. Saterstorm Tucson, Arizona

my father’s funeral

As I walk with you I ask one favor:

To let my family know I’ll see them soon in this heavenly slender when it’s time to call them home.

Richard Williams League City, Texas

A w

atermelon cut in half, into w

hich I chew out the w

ord sex in the rosy flesh. I swallow

the seeds. Alexander Cavaluzzo N

ew York, New York

I am walking through a common American suburban housing development. When I take a right at the end of a cul-de-sac I end up crawling into what I can only describe as a bunker in Afghanistan. There I am surrounded by seven soldiers engaged in a significant war scene, complete with guns and grenades.

Upon entering, the soldiers shoo me off to the side of the bunker where I find two girls I went to high school with, drinking cosmos and talking about their dogs. They are dressed in bright, almost fluorescent tee-shirts and shorts with their blond hair tied up in pony tails with scrunchies. Their dogs are wearing matching sweaters.

I can’t comment on the strangeness of why or how they are in the bunker-

all I can ask is why the scrunchy?

Lauren FlahertyLocation Unknown

I am being tossed in a dark ocean, struggling to stay afloat in the ruff waters. I realize the only place to go is down…I LET GO…I sink and sink, forever. It is pitch black, warm. I am content, being down here all alone. Out of the darkness appears a giant goldfish, it’s tail trailing around me. It is glowing a golden light. The fish

fades away into the abyss.

Alone again.

A pair of teeth come into view. The rest of the creature appears slowly around the mouth. I am terrified. The being is pitch black. It’s teeth are chomping and layers of lilly pads unfold around it. Tentacles outstretch around me. The creature is insanely beautiful. I am filled with so much fear it feels like joy. Right then and

there I know I must enter the unknown and fall through darkness. I wake up afloat on a calm sunny crystal blue ocean. Brown seagulls call, leading me to a nearby shore.

Anonymous

I am in my grandparent’s backyard watching my family celebrate and dance.

Now I am six or eight years old dancing but wanting to be alone. I observe her (we are both there- me at 26 and her (me) at six or eight.)

I don’t want her to see me yet, I want her to be her.

Now she is by the old shed that I once played spaceships in. She turns around, sees me and smiles.

She says I thought you were here.

I kneel down and hug her.

Anonymous

I am in my grandparent’s backyard watching my family celebrate and dance.

Now I am six or eight years old dancing but wanting to be alone. I observe her (we are both there- me at 26 and her (me) at six or eight.)

I don’t want her to see me yet, I want her to be her.

Now she is by the old shed that I once played spaceships in. She turns around, sees me and smiles.

She says I thought you were here.

I kneel down and hug her.

Anonymous

The hungry wolf

chases me

around

a burning shack.

We can’t

stop.

The sun is setting or rising

over a

purple field.

Anonymous

I have a really cool belt with a bunch of buttons. If I push a certain button and jump off a cliff I half-fly, half-glide.

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hole bunch of people like it and every time I fly everyone w

atches me.

Anonymous

I don’t know where I am. A woman, a stranger, is standing next to me. I am dying. Suddenly I realize no one will love my sons as much as I do. I wake up. Crying.

Anonymous

My mother looks like Faye Dunaway but she is made of porcelain. I am so angry with her. I pick her up by the arm and throw her hard across the room. She smashes to pieces. I am hiding. Her body is now shattered limbs and torso on the floor. My father is so sad. He is sobbing. I am trying to hide, to escape, but they won’t let me cross theGolden Gate Bridge.

I cower in the corner behind a curtain wishing I was invisible.

Anonymous

Publisher: Descry Arts Projects • exhibition Design: gregory bArtlett AnD chelseA rAe Klein • Art booK Design: chelseA rAe Klein

exhibition comPenDium AnD All its’ content coPyright Descry Arts Projects. inDiviDuAl imAge AnD text coPyright its’ Author.

PrinteD AnD bounD in sAn FrAncisco, cAliForniA, 2012

Artists

Dexter fernanDez

alethea norene Dinah Dinova

Joshua fielD susanne Willuhn Colm mCCarthy

raChel mosler

emma PoWell Bonnie lane

exhiBition DeBut: January 13th, 2012 at PhotoBooth sf

this Book is generously funDeD By the zellerBaCh family founDation.

www.descrythis.com