Bra & Corset Testing Dept.

This is not a dream I've ever had - honest! Why am I blushing?

And In My Dreams I Am Able To Leap Tall Buildings In a Single Bound, Descend a Staircase in a Single Leap, Jump From Rooftop to Rooftop With The Greatest of Ease

I have been waiting to use the image of the woman you see here.  I cut her from the front of a piece of vintage sheet music a long time ago.  The black & white village scene is from a vintage book on France.

I do have dreams where I can fly and it does not involve wings...it just involves leaping.  My favorite is when I can take one leap and descend a grand staircase.

RayDreams

I've been a bit stuck with this theme apart from the dream I had when I seemed to helping build the Bridge On The River Kwai, my dreams have been very mundane this week. So, I've had to look to one of all-time favourite bands The Kinks for inspiration and do a collage based around their song 'Dreams' from their 1971 OST album 'Percy'.

Dreams (written by R.D Davies)

When I look so far away/ Please don't wake me from my dreams/ I'm just wondering who I could be/ If I lived inside my dreams/

I could be a king or a football star/ Drive around in a big sports car/ An astronaut or a millionaire/ I could do anything or go anywhere

Dream I'm far away

Racing driver or a great politician/ A man of power or a man of religion/ I could be almost anything/ If I could live inside my dreams

Please don't wake me from my dreams

The Transparent Man

The Transparent Man haunts your dreams. Muah-ha-ha!

Flying Dream

Bit of a rushed job this one - visitors this weekend! Hopefully I will be able to add another when things quieten down a bit.

dreaming of someone like jackson

I have long dreams of drifting through art galleries, floating through museums, gazing at vividly colored paintings I have never seen before.

Three Jackson Pollock paintings are cut up and spliced: Lavender Mist (1950), Autumn Rhythm (1950), and Convergence (1952).

Welcome to my nightmare

Just before going to bed I often spend some time looking at Victorian photos of people who have long been dead. Afterwards it is not unusual for me to dream about them and sometimes a dream will turn into a nightmare. When I try to wake up from the nightmare I feel like something is sitting on my chest and I cannot move (this sleep paralysis can last for several minutes). I can never remember details of these dreams and have used a fuzzy background in the collage to represent this. The woman's face is a reverse copy of a painted tintype in my collection. It sits in my display cabinet so I see her everyday.