Travel Dreaming – An Oneiric Itinerary

A selection of dreams and hypnagogic phenomena recorded while traveling in different cities.

Sequence of Hypnagogic Images during a Sleep-Deprived Plane Ride from Atlanta to Toronto

September 18, 2019

A gag artist named “Mad Boy”.

Kenneth Parchment, a lad.

A plastic pink dinosaur tumbling down in a mall of some kind.

A big cluster of birds flying together in a rough balloon shape. They have sickles for wings.

Tasmanian devil is drilling into a big cake with some kind of tool.

A giant statue of an orange mammoth made of plants in a public park. It is called “Christmas Massacre.”

An episode of “How it Works”. A teenage boy and girl are playing a game of pick up basketball with a wireless microphone. The game is called “the sensitivity marker”.

A black celebrity Saint Dementia has a lesser known daughter who is famous in occult circles as St-Symon. I am reading about her in a beautiful handwritten zine.

“Time to Portage a Lamentable Portage”, the name of a scene I encounter in an alleyway—two smashed Grecian columns and in between them a grey blue white classical statue of an owl.

A zoom in of a weird rag rooftop, specifically staring through a whole at an attic. There is a grating male voice humming. This whole ensemble is called “And Another Thing”.

A view called “A Whole Paranoia”.

A man in a suit who may or may not have chicken legs lying in an alley. His head is inside a giant squeeze tube. His name is “Lotion Jack”.

Some Atlanta Dreams

GREEN SKINNED MOTHER IS CREEPY DOLL – September 15, 2019

A kind of motel. I move in to a strange town. The people are trying to “influence” me to read Junji Ito. I resist. My mother (not really, more like an old woman doll HC had shown me) moves in too and she is like an old evil doll wrapped up like a mummy. She is immediately smitten with the town when she is presented onstage to them. Her eyes narrow in evil pleasure and she smiles. Her skin is green.

GROUCHO IN ATLANTA – September 11, 2019

Groucho Marx is telling one-liners to a kid at our surrealist exhibition in Atlanta, the Polymorph Bodyshop.

MF’S DREAM PRAXIS: GIANT SLEEPING SOCK – September 6, 2019

SC, HC, MF, and ML are in a house together. We are in a basement. We talk about dream sensitivity. MF mentions he is so sensitive that if a ball hits a wall while he is sleeping it will be in his dream. I tell MF I had a dream about him. In the dream, he sewed himself into the toe area of a gigantic sock to sleep and dream better.

Some Stockholm Dreams

DALI SLICED – June 24, 2018

One of those Swedish cheese slicing implements is peeling up a Dali painting of a woman in a red dress.

SPY RING – CHOCOLATE HANDS NOT WHAT THEY SEEM – June 19, 2018

I am acting in concert with a bunch of secret spy guys who have “quirks” to pull off a very complicated maneuver. It especially concerns those with special quirks that can replicate themselves. I only know what went into the plan myself. I am to act distracted and look like I am looking for something in the main building. They are betting on the fact that once I hand off the secret or dummy product, they won’t move in for the kill if I look like I have something more to do: my information might be valuable. As I am making a scene, I find some chocolate hands in a bag pointing with one finger up. I eat them. In fact I have eaten a small noseplug for my cold that fell out on my face! Tastes terrible.

YOUNG WITCH EXECUTED IN SCI FI BOOKSTORE – June 18, 2018

A young witch or vampire queen is captured and about to be executed. She is brought to a science fiction bookshop to be burned. She has many underlings with her and expects to be rescued but each time they sort of hint that they have somebody there to save her, it turns out she is just misinterpreting and that her friends are really naively going to let her die. She is for example looking for rescuers among the various cardboard cutouts of comic book characters in the window. This actually plays out like a sketch comedy scene and is quite funny.

A Montreal Dream

JOHNNY ROTTEN OR JOHNNY VARG? – May 26, 2018

I watch an old film from the fifties with some friends. It has a sad romantic ending and we are all on the verge of tears. It has a troublemaker character who wears a leather jacket and a pompadour named Johnny Varg. I tell my friends this is where Johnny Rotten steals his name and style from. I am trying to find an old bugs bunny cartoon on a video site, which contains a clip of Johnny Rotten saying this.

Some Shanklin Dreams

THE ROBOT WITH THE MAGICAL HEART* – June 23, 2017

I look at a McDonald’s poster in a small city called Luten and find they are using a 1950s style robot mascot. He says “tick tock tick tock I am the robot with the magical heart.” He is black with clocks bent and morphed all over his face. I comment to a gang of people with whom I am there to perform in a strange travelling play that it looks like he was designed “in the 1959s.”

*This dream gets much creepier upon re-reading it a few years later after having learned about the strange Isle of Wight anecdote/creature encounter about Sam, the Sandown Clown.

KARL MARX’S BULLETHOLE – June 21, 2017

Wandering around Ventnor. PC is showing us around and points out a particular bullet hole in the wall of an old house that is somehow related to Karl Marx.

A FACE IN THE CLIFFSIDE – June 20, 2017

A face in the rock cliff talking saying “it’s me”.

Some London Dreams

A MAGICAL TECHNIQUE – June 12, 2017

A magical technique called “Thaub”, which is really considered a very humble and practical tradition, which consists in magically drawing a thing circle around one’s front (small like the size of a plate) and channeling all magic through there.

A PLOTTING MIDDLE CHILD – June 12, 2017

a self narrating plotting middle child who teaches his little brother a special term for some forbidden act and is in trouble for it. “It is fustian. It is middle child work.”

Some New York Dreams

SING-SONG DOLLS IN SLEIGH – March 15, 2017

An old man amuses himself by driving around on a horse and sleigh around his suburban home, along with two creepy dolls, one a pink elephant and one a strange sort of yellow tusked creature (perhaps an extinct megafauna). The guy sings the same weird songs to the dolls, mimicking the voice of their responses. Apparently the yellow one harbored evil feelings about the man and wants to kill him in his sleep.

THE FRENCH VOICE – March 14, 2017

Growing in a public garden in Paradise Square, NYC, a kind of New Orleans Vodou plant called “The French Voice”, a sort of strange onion used in traditional cooking. “And your mother with bovine eyes and a frown bloated in the mud returning to her nonexistent deity”.