Sol's Dream Galleries

In Pahana's dream, he continues his journey to find the ancestral place, the entrance his ancient Hopi father's talked about rarely and in secretive tones, the path to the earlier place that's far down below, a huge grotto where the giants live, and also the Hopi gods who protect the Earth. Then, carved out of the Great Flood, cliffs of the Grand Canyon appear as Pahana forges on, seeking a certain hidden cave opening, ever hopeful he will find his way back to this First World.  

In Elliot's dream, it was on the wrong side to be the sun. Glowing just beneath treetop level, the new light pulsed and ebbed against a crisp, near cobalt-blue sky, certainly alive in some manner, charged with an energy that may come from light years away, warping the folds of space in open daylight, opposite high noon's thin shadow, another orb hanging suspended in time, unnamed, so what exactly is it?  Could it be, then , some unseen light from within? By the time Elliot reaches the forest's edge, the light vanishes into a mystery of tangled branches and leaves.

In Orlando's familiar dream, there is the lifelong reappearence, it has occurred a dozen times now, same scene of sea spray, wet sand flying, galloping briskly atop a grey horse, picking up the pace. Orlando's father rides ahead on a black horse, still early morning, the sun is low with a sharp, salty chill in the breeze. The beach shoreline then becomes a narrow path, Orlando wants to catch up, but there's still time yet to meet the father he has never known.

In Monika's dream, she is even more in charge with her own Amazon Prime, ordering her premium gourmet kibble.

In mail carrier Nick's dream, it's near the end of his shift, only a few bundles left, one more street. His anticipation grows leaving the final apartment building, holdiing   a pale blue envelope. Addressed "Honey" in familiar longhand, painfully beautiful to see, no stamp or postmark, but there's no mystery: it's from Nick's beloved wife Naomi, gone to God one long year past. I n the deep safety of mindful sleep, she handwrites to him: "It's beyond imagining, this  missing you, yet seeing you. Just know we'll be together again, it's certain, so be at peace till then. I can say no more for now ."  In Nick's dream he feels her light's reassuring embrace . 

In Julia's dream she is named Eartha, a being formed from the collective imagination of certain kindred mountains that achieve awareness. Rising directly from fields and forest floor, these beings surface for a human eye blink, and only when dire times are near at hand, fleeing with the clinging roots of fear, the ominous scent of war in the air, nations' voices rising but not in hallelujah, instead new tensions begin the next dark year.

In Aaron's dream, a rotary phone on a wooden desk rings loudly, he answers. His father- in heaven five years now- says hello. Aaron, startled to hear his voice, cannot speak, suspended between sadness and joy- he hears his father- always the kidder- continue. "Can't talk long, son, I've got an angel on another call." Aaron looks down at his hand, the phone has turned into his mother's favorite satin pillow, small and square with a fine Paisley teardrop. Aaron is then spirited to their graveside, it's raining, both arms raised , eyes closed, far away a phone ringing.

In Sheldon's dream, standing before a least favorite door, he draws in a breath. Stepping into the dentist office, silent, drifting fish gaze from an immaculate tank, greeting Sheldon with their aqua-paradise of no-stress. The receptionist appears, broadly smiling with glaringly bright teeth, hands him a clipboard. The dentist- the one on the radio who is famous, with many star friends- Sheldon hears him singing in Persion in a back room, his voice high and lilting. The assistant is a burly, stout man with double-arm sleeve tattoos. He prepares Sheldon in the chair with far too many straps, then talks about I nfowars , the moon landing hoax, and his flat-earther friends. Sheldon is fully trapped, and the long dream only half-over.

In Jonah's dream he rises slowly from the bed like a living ghost leaving its body, then floats around corners to the kitchen, passing his indifferent cat sitting cross-legged on the stairs, Jonah opens the refrigerator, squinting, but then, none of the food is his.

In Anna's dream a massive spider toils on a new web, stretched across two bushes, its busy legs weaving an ancient pattern, the sunrise moisture still glistening on warming leaves, with only silk and slight breeze for tools. Anna watches in rapt fascination, her old, wicker rocker creaking the old porch planks. The focused spider is oblivious to her gazing, speeding up its efforts with precise, efficient movement, as artist, engineer, or magician.