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Jürgen Hubert wants to read Traumsymbole. 10 000 Träume erklärt und gedeutet. by Gustavus Hindman Miller

Gustavus Hindman Miller: Traumsymbole. 10 000 Träume erklärt und gedeutet. (Hardcover, Ludwig, München)

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I regard #dreams as basically my brain defragmenting, and believe that they say more about my subconscious than the future.

That being said, such stuff makes for great #ttrpg fodder!

Mikko Tuomi

So it turns out song #birds have #dreams and those dreams are all about their songs.

By measuring how birds’ vocal muscles move while they are asleep and using a physical model for how those muscles produce sound, researchers have pulled songs from the minds of sleeping birds.

#biology #ecology #evolution
https://www.newscientist.com/article/2427138-songs-that-birds-sing-in-their-dreams-translated-into-sound/

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.

#Jung
#dreams
#archetypes

Assoc for Scottish Literature replied to Assoc for Scottish Literature's status

“While he was yet a student, there came to him a dream-adventure which he has no anxiety to repeat; he began, that is to say, to dream in sequence and thus to lead a double life…”

—read Robert Louis Stevenson’s “A Chapter on Dreams” on @gutenberg_org

#Scottish #literature #19thcentury #RobertLouisStevenson #dream #dreams #dreaming #WorldDreamDay

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https://www.gutenberg.org/files/30990/30990-h/30990-h.htm#page177

I should have said he studied, or was by way of studying, at Edinburgh College, which (it may be supposed) was how I came to know him. Well, in his dream-life he passed a long day in the surgical theatre, his heart in his mouth, his teeth on edge, seeing monstrous malformations and the abhorred dexterity of surgeons. In a heavy, rainy, foggy evening he came forth into the South Bridge, turned up the High Street, and entered the door of a tall land, at the top of which he supposed himself to lodge. All night long, in his wet clothes, he climbed the stairs, stair after stair in endless series, and at every second flight a flaring lamp with a reflector. All night long he brushed by single persons passing downward—beggarly women of the street, great, weary, muddy labourers, poor scarecrows of men, pale parodies of women—but all drowsy and weary like himself, and all single, and all brushing against him as they passed. In the end, out of a northern window, he would see day beginning to whiten over the Firth, give up the ascent, turn to descend, and in a breath be back again upon the streets, in his wet clothes, in the wet, haggard dawn, trudging to another day of monstrosities and operations.

Assoc for Scottish Literature replied to Assoc for Scottish Literature's status

“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”

#Scottish #literature #19thcentury #RobertLouisStevenson #dream #dreams #dreaming #WorldDreamDay

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

Assoc for Scottish Literature

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” – from A Child’s Garden of Verses

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

Today, 25 September, is #WorldDreamDay

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#Scottish #literature #kidlit #poetry #19thcentury #RobertLouisStevenson #dream #dreams #dreaming

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

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.

Pen and ink illustration by Charles Robinson to Stevenson’s poem "The Land of Nod". The image 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.

Caption: "Up the mountain sides of dreams"

Kevin Klehr 🏳️‍🌈

A preview of my upcoming #audiobook
#audiobooks #urbanfantasy #urbanfantasyromance #mm #mmromance #dreams #dreamworld #gay #gaynovel
https://youtu.be/Yp41MYpu5QU?si=lGzRnZiNjDDfyY65

Kenneth

What an action-packed dream! Slept well nonetheless.
#dreams

Kenneth

Interestingly I'm dreaming about both grandfathers.

#dreams

Ben Higbie

a large sculpture of an african female wearing teal-colored army fatigues, standing with her hands out as if holding a rifle, but there is no rifle, it is like a plastic toy soldier from childhood but in a dream

an installation of life-sized army figures in lines , wearing teal-colored army fatigues and helmets, they are facing a woman in a large blue dress with white head scarf and apron, light streaming in through the windows

an installation of a woman , there are organ-like beings around her, she sits like a queen , the background dark, glowing in the middle behind the figure, there are two organ-creatures flying above her head, and creatures in the foreground

an art installation, a dark figure with arms outstretched, standing up on one leg, it is purple with purple walls and dark purple roots enveloping and covering her

Kenneth

Dreamt an interesting #Babylon 5 #STTNG 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!

#dreams

Kenneth

Rather not be dreaming about bicycles (unless it's a bicycle built for two).
#Dreams

Ben Higbie

Below's a new one, made by a local artist and friend of mine named Baow, it is painted with oil paint with gold leaf on canvas. Msg me if you're interested in this very emotive and graceful surrealist work ✨ #art #arts #artist #artists #artgallery #artgalleries #artmarket #artfinder #artforsale #artwork #surreal #surrealist #surrealism #decor #interior #interiors #interiordecorating #painting #paintings #mastoart #artistsonmastodon #supportthearts #supportlivingartists #dream #dreams

a painting of a head of a person, angled upwards, gold leaf covering the cheek and eye and a line of gold coming down the nose to the throat, their fingertips touching their throat, eyes closed, a black background

Forestland Fernie

First instinct is to scramble.
Second thought is to pause, breathe, and gather and organize my dreams toward a plan of action.

10, 20, 30 years ago, it was all about scrambling so I wouldn't go bellyup.

Now, I need and am trying to take measured steps toward my (yet-unknown-to-me) next adventure.

#breathe #jobsearch #dreams #getHired #adventure

Kenneth

The road to the sea has been kept buckled since the earthquake. I slow my pace, stopping well before its edge. A car is parked. I take in the nighttime scene (we are right above the waves), take two quick snapshots, and turn around to leave. I place a white pillow in the middle of the road as a warning signal for others.
#dreams