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From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod…

—Robert Louis Stevenson, “The Land of Nod”
Published in A Child’s Garden of Verses (1885)

Image: illustration by Charles Robinson (1870–1937) to “The Land of Nod”

Today, 14 March, is 💤

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47431/the-land-of-nod

Pen and ink illustration by Charles Robinson (1870–1937) to Robert Louis Stevenson’s poem "The Land of Nod", from A Child’s Garden of Verses (Charles Scribner’s Sons, New York, 1895). The illustration is tall and thin; the right side is dominated by a black crag (or possibly a strange tree-trunk), in front of which, in the bottom right-hand corner, stand two fantastical bird-like creatures with scruffy feathers and outsized, beaked heads. Although not overtly threatening or frightening, they are unsettling in their appearance. Behind them, a small child, head bowed, toils up-slope with the aid of a staff. Strange, cloudy outcrops and buildings are in the background. In the top left-hand corner, a giant, long-nosed face peers over the top of the cliff. The caption in the right-hand margin reads: "Up the mountain sides of dreams"
The Land of Nod by Robert Louis Stevenson From breakfast on through all the day At home among my friends I stay, But every night I go abroad Afar into the land of Nod. All by myself I have to go, With none to tell me what to do— All alone beside the streams And up the mountain-sides of dreams. The strangest things are there for me, Both things to eat and things to see, And many frightening sights abroad Till morning in the land of Nod. Try as I like to find the way, I never can get back by day, Nor can remember plain and clear The curious music that I hear.

Refulgent dream in which I get lost on the high plains, having skipped the Interstate, am trying to organize my plethora of clothing and am more scattered than I want to be or present myself, fall in with a rogue crew who at first help me get oriented and then take all my belongings, and in the denoument find myself on a campus of gorgeous albeit empty Mexican resort. When do I dream about being nudist –it would save me a lot of trouble. Anyway, utterly characteristic mise-en-scène.



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“Stevenson relates examples of vivid dreams at length, as illustrations of this detailed, indigenous creation of narrative material, but also as a pathology which leads to the reification of such dream residuum in the Strange Case of Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde…”

—Kevan Manwaring, “That Crafty Artifice: Stevenson’s Brownies and the Writing Process”

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https://www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2018/07/that-crafty-artifice-stevensons-brownies-and-the-writing-process/

Dreamt an interesting 5 mash-up. Barclay annoys his supervisor by pointing out the literary terms of Shakespeare's uses of language ("That's a synecdoche (actually)..."), who confers a holy order on him, having also the office of a priest. He is on leave –what to do? Humanity is searching for its origins on a massive ship comprising alien Rubik's cubes, a chicken-and-egg problem; one of its faces dwarfs the Planet Killer. The climax: he marries Mario Muldaur —and the pairing works!