I am in a garden, my hands in earth where lots of bulbs are growing. Some show above the surface, but many more are beneath it. The soil is wet. I am planting or transplanting something. I’m happy to tend this garden even though I know I’ll be moving soon. I am planting some things in pots so I can take them with me. I’m using the good compost, from Kew.
***Note***
Describe your dream in a simple text in as much detail as you can remember and we will feature your dream for the upcoming performance DREAM RITUAL, artwork creation and DREAM AUCTION. For DREAM AUCTION, the dream submitted will be sold as the text written at the time of submission. Please submit your dream with care. The dream you are contributing should be a dream that you personally have dreamt. Please don’t submit a dream that you don’t want to sell or you have already sold to someone else. If you want to submit your dream for DREAM RITUAL/art creation only but not for sale, simply leave a note '*not for sale'. Then your dream will feature for the performance and art creation but won't be listed on DREAM AUCTION.
WORKSHOPS & DISCUSSIONS
Dream and Dreaming - their place in our lives
We are running a series of talks, discussions and workshops in lot of different contexts around the themes of dream. After our first workshop ‘Dream and Dreaming - their place in our lives’ at Wellcome Collection’s Reading Room on 2nd April 2019, the second one was held at Korean Cultural Centre in UK on 31st May. This series of workshops run by the project director Bongsu Park and Hazel Riley - an author, teacher and shamanic practitioner.
During the workshop we will talk about the project and the specific Korean culture of buying and selling dreams. Also we will share our ideas about dreams from many perspectives – dream related traditional customs to neuroscience and psychology. Alongside the dream contributions through our project website, people can contribute their dreams off-line at the end of workshop.
I am on holiday. I find some old jewellery which has been discarded in the street. There is a jewellery shop nearby, but they sell, bright modern things and I think they may have thrown out some old stock, which is lying in the sand on the street. I gather it up. It is the sort of costume jewellery I sold on my stall. I get a few things including a Nefertiti brooch, which is silver/tin and a good one. Perhaps I am in Egypt which has this mix of city and desert/sand/unpaved or dirty streets, because I remind myself to look carefully at the buildings around, as I am in Egypt, and know this is precious time.