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

Monday, 16 January 2012

Consequences of Boarding a Rapidly Rising Elevator

Concordance Table by Byzantine Painter in 1020

"I entered the elevator on the first floor of our apartment building in Chinatown. Curiously, you fled up the stairs to meet me at the second floor, where we reside. Anxiously, I hopped in the elevator, keen on matching you in our childish cat-and-mouse games. A great smile rose upon my lips as the door shut, ready for it to open so I could then swing out into your arms. My imagination fluttered with your kisses on the crown of my head, the way you delicately regard my cold black hair. The way I bury myself in your arms as we open the troublesome lock to our home. But that was not to be. The elevator never opened, and it rose, and it rose, and it did not stop rising. Stricken with unearthly and inhuman fear, I watched the numbers escalate beyond counting. The elevator continued to rise. Suddenly, the elevator slows to the sound of crushing metal. The roof of the building, or the final machinery to buffer the elevator's rise into the sky above, lies unmoving above the elevator's unceasing rise. Pressing the alarm button, the ringer calls out, though the walls of this elevator begin to compress. The elevator shaft is emptying as the metal compresses and my space inside this wildly risen elevator condenses unto my end. I wake."


"To dream of an ascending elevator, denotes you will swiftly rise to position and wealth, but if you descend in one your misfortunes will crush and discourage you."

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