Category: dreams
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Valediction.
What a ride that was.
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Light Bath
I saw hundreds of performers, widely separated but somehow acting in unison, performing purely for David Byrne’s pleasure—each in their own ecstatic trance.
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The Theme Line of Dr Moreau
I DREAMED I was designing an identity system for the mad scientist Dr Moreau, who kept changing his ridiculously long theme line after I’d arranged the type. “No, no, no! I’m not saving life, I’m…
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Red All Over
ALL I REMEMBER from my dream is flushing a red towel down the toilet. It was evidence of some crime. There was a moment of horror, midway through, when it seemed that the towel would…
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My mind and welcome to it
IN MY DREAM I was designing sublime new publishing and social platforms, incandescent with features no one had ever thought of, but everybody wanted. One of my platforms generated pages that were like a strangely…
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My Glamorous Life: The Power Compels You
I DREAMED that my friend Jason Santa Maria took a job at a popular new startup that had exploded onto the world scene seemingly overnight. A fascinating visual interface was largely responsible for the popularity…
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My Hero
EPIC BLOG POST from Blake Watson, a web designer with spinal muscular atrophy type 2, tremendous courage and faith, and an awesome mom: We Still Have Our Dreams at ihatestairs.org
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Sleep never sleeps
Dreamed my parents were getting divorced. I’d be asking my momma why, and she would turn into my wife. The conscious mind deals with what is in front of you, the unconscious processes what has…
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Only in dreams
I dreamed about you again last night. I guess it will pass.
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Quack
I dreamed that my friend R__ turned into a giant, invisible duck. His only hope lay with a mystical lady doctor. While she worked on a magical cure, he stayed hidden in a small safe…
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Housing Works launch
Sometimes we get to participate, in however small a way, in something much larger and more important than ourselves.
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A Town Called Gale
Has your child committed murder? Move to Gale!
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What happened here
This gently declining space that has been nothing but an office since December and will soon be nothing at all to me, this place I will empty and vacate in the next few hours, has…
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Number Nine
Early this morning, in my last deep sleep, I was tormented by a nightmare concerning our three-year-old. In my dream, she was chasing some happy bauble. Call it a big floating bubble filled with sunshine.…
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Don’t sleep here
Barely noticed in the builders’ gold rush, the poorest poor, pushed off the benches of Madison Square Park, take shelter in the very construction sites that signify their doom. (Photo essay.)