The mind takes flight at night.
A partnership between Actors Theatre of Louisville & the University of Louisville.
It was wintertime right before the spring (outside and in my sleep) and I was walking up along a dirt road on a snow-covered mountain. Trees are intertwined above me, this vaulted canopy with light seeping through and dancing amongst … Continue reading
It was night and I was wearing my favorite jeans and dirty white vans. Really dry brown powdery dirt was being kicked up into small clouds around my ankles as I walk across the even ground, which was weird to … Continue reading
I’ve never had a recurring dream, but I’ve had recurring themes in dreams: Finding money – on the street, in a house, wherever, I come upon coins and dollars, sometimes they look like regular money, other times they don’t, but … Continue reading
There I lay, perked up comfortably on warm ground, at some forrest’s edge, under night’s starred sky. As I lay, I watch, awestruck yet accepting, entranced by the dance above: Shadows were mingling, of winged beings, seemingly in a respectful … Continue reading
I sleep like a log (if logs could sleep), but my husband is the worst sleeper ever: he has to run a fan, use ear plugs, have special darkness shades on the windows, and put a pillow over his head. … Continue reading
I dream in black and white often. Like a film noir experience. My previous dream included me walking in a starry field at night, meeting a masked man in a purple, deep violet cloak. He handed me a box that … Continue reading
When I am stressed, I dream about work. Specifically, about the projects that are stressing me out. What I would do differently, what I need to do, what I should have done or wish I could have done during that … Continue reading
My dead mom was alive. She was laying on her side on a hospital bed. She had a large scar on her chest. The scar was cold when I touched it. She said the doctor told her that the only … Continue reading
Look Out, be vigilant, hide. There is a constant threat which reaches all corners of America. The threat that dreams might come TRUE… In my dreams, I can’t run away, I can’t scream, I can’t hold onto slippery papers. That … Continue reading