Female,
artist, 40's
I am walking through a built up city at night, bright
lights everywhere, and yet this place is damp, cold, and
eerie. I am conscious of being followed or perhaps watched
from afar. I begin to realize that I can't actually see
anything in focus; the buildings are a blur of foreboding
rectangular dark midnight blue shapes, the ground beneath
is hard and bright car headlights shine all around, but do
not assist me seeing any more clearly. I spend hours
wandering, getting more and more lost and never being able
to identify where I am.
I begin to wander whether I am actually walking into
myself, a journey that is taking me into another part of my
consciousness. Everything remains a blur around me, and yet
I begin to feel completely in focus. My thoughts are razor
sharp and I am in control despite being lost in this
strange World.
I had this dream over and over again for a number of years;
it was both unsettling and reassuring because of its
familiarity. I was fixated with trying to work out where I
was and this became an exciting challenge.
The dreams suddenly stopped immediately after an optician
referred me to Moorfield's Eye Hospital, a routine test
showed irregularities. I am now registered partially
sighted.
I
have never had the dream again; the real World has now
turned into a mirage of irregular shapes and forms so I now
live the dream and oddly enough it seems to have awakened
my subconscious and brought freedom.
I
hope one day to make work about this.