1. A series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring in the mind during certain stages of sleep.
2. A daydream; a reverie.
3. A state of abstraction; a trance.
4. To conceive of; imagine.
5. A condition or achievement that is longed for; an aspiration.
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Snippet I am traveling underwater looking up at the surface of a great river. I am watching geese from below, watching them swim. I can see beyond to the sky and geese in flight.
My teacher is seated at a round table in a kitchen that seems enclosed but really extends into the world beyond where there are trees and also a small dirt path Winding to the left with a young girl walking on it. I am on the phone with my mom. I seem to be so preoccupied with a very superficial conversation that I am ignoring my teacher's presence. I am almost "acting" the part of a conversation, laughing loudly and appearing very interested in the nonsense I am talking about. When I hang up the phone I apologize for not noticing that she was waiting for me. The apology is too profuse, almost put on and overdone. My teacher says nothing but begins opening a white bag in which are small objects wrapped in white tissue. I am so preoccupied with my apology (which even to me sounds disingenuous) that I never see any of these gifts unwrapped. My teacher doesn't leave. She sits at the table. She isn't impatient nor irritated but I think ...
I have been having lots of dreams with disconnected imagery In this one Shane/not Shane was cheating on me. It had become so ordinary that I didn't notice. My house was full of extra children making messes, leaving food and bedding and crumbs everywhere, all of them boys. The house was dark and under cared for. There were puppies in the house too, lots of tiny puppies and I remember thinking, "Why didn't Shane have this dog neutered? My mom will think it is totally irresponsible to bring so many unwanted dogs into the world". Next I am standing in a room/not room, my boys are nearby playing. I am taking off the head of this human size knitted stuffed doll. It is beautiful and knitted out of undyed wools of various colors. I am pulling out the strings that sewed the head to the body, suddenly I realize that I am not okay with my life. I turn to Shane/not-Shane who looks trim and gorgeous in tight geometric patterned pants and a butt...
I am in a room with several other people. It’s an art workshop I think. There is a large mirror with an ornate frame that reflects your future when you look into it. There is a woman, dark haired, tall, strong of spirit and a bit older than me, who is running the workshop and inviting people to look in the mirror. Three people do so before it is my turn, A young man with short hair and a traditional upbringing, sees himself as a painter. His whole body sheds the weight of trying to be something he is not. He is a painter and now he can be what he is. Next a beautiful, strong woman with ebony skin and penetrating eyes steps forward, she sees herself holding an ancient and elaborate map rolled into a scroll across her shoulder. In the reflection she wears a velvety robe and an academic cap. The dark haired woman beside her announces, “ You will be a world scholar,” and the young woman’s back straightens with confidence, casting off the white prejudice that tried to make her dreams s...
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