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Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Fleetwood Mac: Dreams

"It's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams and 
have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
Dreams of Loneliness like a heartbeat, drives you mad"





full lyrics

You Who Have Dreams, a poem by Mildred Cousens

You Who Have Dreams

The ocean's width is but a wing's bright span,
Islands are stepping stones to continents;
Desert and jungle cannot hinder man,
While mountains hardly constitute a fence.

Only the mind disdains to leave its cell,
To ride the wind, to telescope the miles;
The snail-like soul clings to its narrow shell
And keeps on crawling in familliar aisles.

You who have dreams of human brother-hood,
The time has come for you to teach us how
To have the faith so little understood--
For all the living world is neighbor now.

-Mildred Cousens

Thursday, June 24, 2010

While they Last

"Dreams are real while they last. Can we say more of life?"
-Henry Havelock Ellis, British Sexologist, Physician and Social Reformer

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Issue #3 has arrived!


After much technical difficulty, laboring, and other setbacks involving those behind the dreamzine, we are now able to present to you the latest creation from The Land of Nod...!

But first, a few humble notes about its presence before you continue to view it:


Please be aware that this is the first issue with adult content, language, and violence. See the disclaimer for further explanation. Do not show this one to your kids!

And wow, please note that the site has a *completely* *new* *look*. Our fabulous webmaster has created a wonderful new design that contains striking new imagery and a smart layout... among other things! 

As usual, we have new contributors and a variety of submissions! 

So please do stop by...


Monday, June 21, 2010

Friday, June 18, 2010

John Lennon: Surreal and Artistic

I dream in colour, and it’s always very surreal.  My dream world is complete Hieronymus Bosch and Dali.  I love it, I look forward to it every night.  -John Lennon


Art of H. Bosch
Dali Gallery

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Paul McCartney's Top 10 Dream

Did you know that Paul McCartney created one of the world's most famous songs, "Yesterday," in a dream? It's true! He awoke with the melody in his head, wrote it out immediately, and played it for various people, certain that he must have heard it somewhere before, that it was someone else's song. 

But no matter who he played the song for, they told him they had never heard it before. He wrote out some lyrics, (originally "Scrambled eggs, oh my baby how I love your legs") recorded it, and now the song is world-famous!

How's that for a good dream!? 

Paul performs the song here: 


(More information at the Wikipedia article, here)

Monday, June 14, 2010

Sian's Nightmares

It was true that ever since the accident in Bosnia, Sian's dreams had treated her pretty roughly. For years on end she'd had her 'standard-issue' nightmare- the one in which she was chased through dark alleyways by a malevolent car. But at least in that dream she'd always wake up just before she fell beneath the wells, whisked to the safety of the waking world, still flailing under the tangled sheets and blankets of her bed. Ever since she'd moved to Whitby, however, her dreams had lost what little good taste they'd once had, and now Sian was lucky if she got out of them alive. -The Hundred and Ninety-Nine Steps, Michel Faber

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Daydream Believer

A sweet tune and silly video from The Monkees doing one of their most famous songs, Daydream Believer. Enjoy! 



Thursday, June 10, 2010

Responses from the Chocolate Factory

From the 1971 film adaptation of the film Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (based on 1964 publication Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by popular author Roald Dahl) comes a scene in which bratty rich girl Veruca Salt gets an answer from wacky candy creator Willy Wonka...


Wednesday, June 9, 2010

from The Book of Lost Things

David was certain that he had been dreaming, although he could not quite recall the substance of the dream. Of one thing he was sure: the dream had not been a pleasant one, but all that remained was a lingering feeling of unease and a tingling on the palm of his right hand, as though it had been stroked with poison ivy. There was the same sensation on the side of his face, and he could not shake off the feeling that something unpleasant had touched him while he was lost to the world. -The Book of Lost Things, John Connolly

The Book of Lost Things is very enjoyable:s dark, exciting, full of fantasy. John Connolly writes in a style that is easily absorbed, engrossing; it reads quick and is entertaining throughout. David, the main character, is a young boy surrounded by adult things: the depressing reality of war (World War I), and the mourning supreme the loss of his mother to a Cancer. When he accidentally discovers an alternate world, he starts an adventure which is terrifying and forces him to grow up much faster than a boy should. 

In this world his courage and strength, and in the end, his morals, are repeatedly tested. His travels take him all over, meeting various characters; some friends, some foes, including a few from famous fairy tales, but many are new faces. He is seeking the king, and his infamous Book of Lost Things, which is said to hold magical powers, as well as the way back to David's true home-- however, he must avoid The Crooked Man, the trickster, a creepy character with unspeakable evil powers. The book is a success with an ending that is abrupt, somewhat emotional, and unpredictable. 

The Book of Lost Things has its own internet presence; it's clever and fun- check it out here!

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Dreams = Darwinism?

Interpretation of dream research by Cognitive Neuroscientist Antti Revonuso from the University of Turku in Finland supports the likely theory that dreams developed in mammals as a means to rehearse survival tactics, such as escaping the chase of a predator (a common dream among people of all cultures and genders even today), and that those who were best able to survive these mental, sleeping rehearsals were most likely to survive in waking actuality.  In other words, people who were the "best dreamers" were also the people who were most fit for survival (and pass their skills on to their descendants). Tell that to dreaming nay-sayers! [Source: The Mind at Night: The New Science of How and Why We Dream by Andrea Rock]

Monday, June 7, 2010

"Dream a Little Dream of Me" by She & Him

For those in Chicago who were able to catch She & Him perform for free this evening, here is a small encore. For all others who missed out, watch this pale substitution. A rendition of the popular song, made famous by various musical talents, notably "Mama" Cass Elliot and Ella Fitzgerald. This is "Dream a Little Dream of Me" as performed by Zooey Deschanel and M. Ward, otherwise known as She & Him:

Go Confidently

"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined." -Henry David Thoreau

Saturday, June 5, 2010

"Don't Dream it's Over" - Crowded House

It's a drizzy day out there. How about a little retro reminiscence? It's Crowded House's "Don't Dream it's Over" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oCqsG1t7RoU

Friday, June 4, 2010

Dreams for Sale

Stalls had been set up all throughout the shop, next to, or even on, counters that, during the day, had sold perfume, or watches, or amber, or silk scarves. Everybody was buying. Everybody was selling. Richard listened to the market cries as he began to wander through the crowds. "Lovely fresh dreams. First-class nightmares. We got 'em. Get yer lovely nightmares here."


-Neverwhere, Neil Gaiman

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Squirrels in Human Form

Martin dreamed he was on the underground.  It was a Circle-line train, the sort of carriage where all the seats face the aisle.  At first he was the only passenger, but soon people began to get on, and he found himself staring at his knees to avoid looking at the crotch of the man crowded against him.  He wasn’t sure what station he was supposed to get off at; since it was the Circle line they would all come round again and again, so he stayed where he was, trying to remember where he was going.

Martin heard peculiar noises coming from the seats directly across from him—crunching, ripping, chewing sounds, which increased in volume as the train went on.  Martin began to be anxious—the sounds worked on his nerves like grinding teeth.  Something rolled up against his foot.  He looked down.  It was a walnut.

The train stopped at Monument and quite a few people got off.  Now he could see across the aisle.  Two young women sat together.  They wore scuffed white trainers and medial scrubs, and each had a shopping bag resting on her lap.  Both women had protruding eyes and pronounced overbites.  They wore wary expressions, as though prepared to defend their bags against thieves.  Both women delved into the bags with shovel-like hands, scooping out walnuts and ripping them open with their huge teeth.

“Wotchalookin’ at?” said one to Martin.  He could hear walnuts rolling all over the floor.  No one else seemed to notice.  Martin shook his head, unable to speak.  To his horror, the women got up and seated themselves on either side of him.  The one who had spoken before leaned over and put her mouth to his ear.

“We’re squirrels in human form,” she whispered. “And so are you.”