Primarily a writing exercise, this dream journal-inspired blog is a quiet introspective sojourn into the process that we traverse in going from private dream to public art. I see our dreaming as an internalized mythmaking. As I philosophize and expressively exhibit dreams, both private and public, I encourage and delight in creative language as a way to practice experiential metaphors through a “public dreaming." Writing Theory: Creative Dream Fiction

Wednesday, 26 October 2011

Rock Marooned on the Margins of Plains and Desert

Pastures in the Otztal by Albin Egger-Lienz

On a high plateau, a full-on butte in the open prairies meeting with the seemingly infinite sands of the painted desert. Upon the head of the butte I am rock marooned with a close friend, an older lady, maybe my stepmother. There are three children with us, two are dark-skinned, the other a whole lot paler. The pale-skinned child has two horns. She runs like a heated ram from within the center of the butte which is quaintly fitted with a bustling steam of desert dust kicked up into the frighteningly high altitude air by a pen of bison and bull. My stepmother takes one of the more complacent, darker skinned children up into her arms and edges against the end of the butte. The vertigo takes hold of the wide midwestern tip of the desert land on this near-impossible butte formation's unlikely vertical stretch towards the Earth's atmosphere. Suddenly, she finds a humongous cylindrical metal pole bending slightly from just under the butte edge to the floor of the desert in the rest of the butte-filled horizon. There is some leftover rope nearby on the ground of the butte, remnants of the misplaced material culture of ranching. I follow my stepmother who steps off the edge of the butte, sliding downwards, she with two of the children. I have tamed the half bull, half child enough to wrap her in my arms for the descent, my stomach in my chest.


  1. A fair description of Hopi-land in NE Arizona (not far from where my/this photograph is taken)- living sand, endless buttes, endless space endlessly full, the stone structures you cannot photograph are living kachina spirits. It's said that when electric light goes to the Third Mesa, the end is near. The last time I visited, I saw wires (on poles) around that ancient place. I think of this as we approach October 28th, the end of the Mayan calendar.

  2. Amazing Elaboration/Interpretation Bill! That's extraordinary not only the relation to that particular landscape, but the presence of wires. In my dream, the wires were helping us to get out of our isolated altitude and down to the ground, I'm not sure what that represents in relation the the Third Mesa, however it is curious. I wonder if there are kachina spirits that are depicted as children with horns like in my dream, I wonder what they represent in general throughout mythology?! Thanks for bringin me to a space of new understanding! We'll see what's around the bend, I'm in for a ripe old ending before a new beginning.