Fill a tiny journal: Dreams

I think that it is interesting how much thought I have given to the words of our prompts for the Fill a tiny journal project, philosophically speaking. Or rather, over-thinking it.

I didn’t feel to well last week so I didn’t post on Friday when the prompt was “dream” but here I am with the prompt.

But what is it to dream? How would you visualize a dream or dreaming? What colors are your dream? I am thinking of night-time dreaming, not the dreams that are our future plans right now, because I have so few of those at the moment that I can’t deal. But in any case, my night-time dreaming is illusive and fluffy, they linger for seconds and then dissipate for ever if I am not able to grasp them, which does not happen often.

So, “dream”, not at all easy to do a journal page from if you ask me. I was thinking of fluffy white clouds, blue sky, and a cool breeze blowing the clouds forward. Maybe I am floating there among the clouds, lightweight and ethereal? Maybe I am laying below on a patch of green grass, looking up and day-dreaming?

The spread I choose to work on was not at all dream-like, but an Asian catalog page about felted purses in the form of animals, but using acrylic paint I covered most of the text up and painted in my clouds. Then I googled the phrase “A dream within a dream” that came into my head and learned that it is from a poem by Edgar Allen Poe, called just that.

It’s a beautiful piece of poetry that I guess is about how fleeting our time on earth is. So using a simple ball-point pen I copied one of the verses down and shared my page on instagram using the hashtag #fillatinyjournal.

Take this kiss upon the brow,
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Edgar Allen Poe

So dream… I feel like less people were sharing on this prompt, so maybe there are more people than me that feel it was a challenge?

Ali shared hers on insta and wrote: “This is what dreams should be like, cloudy, watery, flowing, a little bit of a mystery.

Next week: “spring” which feels so much easier, since we already have so many spring flowers that is easy to use as representations for the season. Whereas dream does not have a common language, or does it?

Let me know what your thoughts on “dream” as a prompt for visual interpretation would is.

Now I am off to start sending out my postcards for the swap. All address e-mails have been sent out! Yay!

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