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Friday, October 22, 2010

Thursday, September 2, 2010

"The size of your success is measured by the strength of your desire; the size of your dream; and how you handle disappointment along the way."



Robert Kiyosaki

Thursday, July 29, 2010

...The World Will Live as One

You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one.  I hope someday you will join us, and the world will live as one.  -John Lennon

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

'Neverwhere' Dream Sequence

He is somewhere deep beneath the ground: in a tunnel, perhaps, or a sewer. Light comes in flickers, defining the darkness, not dispelling it. He is not alone. There are other people walking beside him, although he cannot see their faces. They are running, now, through the inside of the sewer, splashing through the mud and filth. Droplets of water fall slowly through the air, crystal clear in the darkness.


He turns a corner, and the beast is waiting for him.


It is huge. It fills the space of the sewer: massive head down, bristled body and breath steaming in the chill of the air. Some kind of boar, he thinks at first, and then realizes that no boar could be so huge. It is the size of a bull, of a tiger, of an ox.


It stares at him, and it pauses for a hundred years, while he lifts his spear. He glances at his hand, holding the spear, and observes that it is not his hand: the arm is furred with dark hair, the nails are almost claws.


And then the beast charges.


He throws his spear, but it is already too late, and he feels the beast slice his side with razor-sharp tusks, feels his life slip away into the mud: and he realizes he has fallen face down into the water, which crimsons in thick swirls of suffocating blood. And he tries to scream, he tries to wake up, but he can breathe only mud and blood and water, he can feel only pain...


"Bad dream?" asked the girl. 


-Neverwhere, Neil Gaiman

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Martha's Dream, from The Proposition

An amateur video accompanying the song, "Martha's Dream," by Nick Cave and Warren Ellis which is from The Proposition, a film set in the Australian outback which was also written by Nick Cave. The video features stills of the Australian outback and other images related to the setting of the movie. 

See below the video for the transcription of the erie dream Martha describes to her husband, Morris that gives the song not only its title, but also, its mood.




"There's something I want to tell you. I've been having a dream, most nights. I've kept it from you, but I don't suppose it matters now... I'm in a room, it's our bedroom I think. I'm searching for something and then suddenly I feel a presence in the room, and I stand up, and I turn around, and there in the doorway is Eliza Hopkins, and she looks frightful. Her...her dress is all creased and torn, and covered in blood and her face, too. All... battered and bruised, and splashed with blood."

"Martha-"

"But listen to this. In her arms, she's holding something. I can't see what it is. It's covered by her hair. And then she walks towards me, very slowly, and... she hands me a tiny bundle... And I look down, and I see it, it's a baby. A newborn. And this baby, oh it's a beautiful baby, Morris. And it, it opens its eyes, and then I feel a pressure on my hand and I look down and I see that the baby has taken hold of my finger and it's squeezing it tight in its tiny fist... and then I wake up.

"But after I wake it's the strangest thing. I can still feel, I can still feel the pressure of that dream baby's hand. What do you think of that?"

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Keep Though Thy Dreams!

Keep though Thy dreams! The tissue of all wings is woven first of them. 
Dreams are such precious and imperishable things. -Anon

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...