In neurons we are linked: our hippocampus, our dreams.

As the rat sleeps in dreams she relives the activities from the day. Through the maze she repeats her path perfectly never missing a turn. As the woman sleeps in dreams she relives the activities from the day. Through the maze she repeats her path perfectly never missing a turn.

rat and I_mastermerged
We delve in to our bodies to find our minds.

Matthew Wilson, Professor of Science at the Picower Institute for Learning and Memory at MIT asks how episodic memory connects to spacial memory. How is time and sequence incorporated in to memory. And how do these spacial and experiential acts become part of our unconscious or dream space. To do this he reads the memories of Rats in their dreams.

Wilson on the rat in the maze


Flight training desperate measure

past few nights monkeys in the foyer, a series of white colonnaded steps leading in every direction. there is a menacing stranger oblivious to the monkey’s rapidly ascending of the steps. the glass doors to the shape shifting houseboat at the edge of the field are locked. my legs will not move. the stranger is getting closer. the monkeys are at play.

i wake knowing i need more training. ability to get off the ground. to make the iconography of childhood present in dreams. i find a cape and begin training.

the flyer asks too much of the air. the lacuna of molecules between her and the surface of ground still too wide. more training will follow.

honey, salt, sleeping in drag and the open sea

Strategies from Anuj Larvaidya, Fellow Dreamer:

a drop of honey trapped beneath the tongue evokes sweet dreams at night; an infant choir singing you to sleep can lead to playful dreams; a grasshopper in the room causes jump cut dreaming; sleeping with one eye open induces split personality dreaming; sleeping in drag invokes fabulous dreams; swallowing citrus seeds at dusk can lead to pungent dreaming; snoring can provoke waking dreams in other people; a pinch of salt on the kneecap leads to dreams of the open sea; a hot bath in the middle of the night agitates the dream nerve; sleeping with your arms wrapped around someone opens a portal of dreams; sleeping with the stars in your eyes has been known to induce dreamflight.

Box in the Clouds

Dream Log Feb. 9th

I am in an elevator, heading for the observatory.  There are delineated layers within the elevator space, like realms with an inner and outer area. They are separated by a sheath of thick clear vinyl-like material. I am in the inner circle. With each floor more people enter. As the Elevator moves upwards and upwards, miles high towards the sky it is becoming more and more claustrophobic  – crowded and shrinking. Teetering in the sky its doors open again and a naked infant girl is handed into the elevator. Someone takes the child from her father’s hands and places her into the center of the elevator’s most inner realm. Everyone recedes into the corners.