Osamu Tezuka, "New Treasure Island" (1947) |
I woke with a similar delightful sense of creative assistance around 4 am today, a time when I often rise to record and research my dreams and see what wants to stream into a story, an article or a poem. My dream reports from last night include this pair, with the recurring motif of creative help:
1. I examine a typescript I've been working on. I have left gaps in the narrative. Someone has filled in these gaps and inserted some further material. I can see at a glance where the new material is, because it looks like it has been highlighted in yellow, though the highlighting effect fades as I read it. I am at first annoyed that someone unknown has been fooling around with my text, and assume that the inserts are random. But when I study the new passages more closely, I see that they are just right. The penultimate paragraph is beautifully expressed. I try to figure out who has been working on my text. In the distance, I see a beautiful woman in a yellow robe.
2. With
a woman companion, I have been encouraging an older man to take up art. We have
expressed enthusiasm over some colored drawings he has done, and are looking at
a folder of these. Most are incomplete, and they are not especially well
executed when we look at them more carefully. There is a spill; I think it is
my companion who spills water or tea over some of the drawings. This makes the
colors run and the effect is quite magical. I am excited that an accident has
brought the drawings to life.
I stirred from these dreams in a state of excitement and delight.
Reality check: I am currently writing a story and have left gaps in the text. I draw a good deal, often with colors, but my technical execution could do with improvement.
Action plan: I'll fill in the gaps in my narrative, and let the colors run - by using oil crayons and perhaps watercolors - in some of my new artwork.
And I reopened RLS' "A Chapter on Dreams", included in his book Across the Plains, where he describes in detail the role of his dream Brownies, including this celebration:
And for the Little People, what shall I say they are but just my Brownies, God bless them! who do one-half my work for me while I am fast asleep, and in all human likelihood, do the rest for me as well, when I am wide awake and fondly suppose I do it for myself. That part which is done while I am sleeping is the Brownies' part beyond contention; but that which is done when I am up and about is by no means necessarily mine, since all goes to show the Brownies have a hand in it even then.
Grateful for the dream helpers, for your wonderful examples, & the reminders of the importance of action plans! Some if it were my dream thoughts: yellow robes remind me of messages re: amber light; the spilling of the water on the artwork reminds me of the very Waldorf habit of teaching children watercolor painting on wet paper--creates beautifully dreamy paintings with lives of their own.
ReplyDeleteStephanie - I love amber and amber light, and have dreamed of being invited to a place of clarity and protection by those I have called the People of Amber. The yellow of the robe here, however, is different. It is daffodil yellow. Thanks for the tip about watercolor painting on wet paper.
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