I’m starting a collaboration RE: Dreams, which will be a potential theme for one of our Season 2 episodes - RECord your thoughts, write a story, draw a picture, or make a song regarding this theme.
ALL ARTISTS: Write a story, draw a picture, or make a song regarding this theme.
EVERYONE W/ A CAMERA: RECord a video testimonial regarding this theme, or specifically answer:
- "Do your Dreams ever have meaning? Please give a specific example."
- "What is a memorable Nightmare you have had? Be specific."
- "What is a memorable Dream you have had? Be specific."
- "What are your Recurring Dreams? Do they give insight into your daily thoughts, fears and anxieties?"
- "Are you living ‘The Dream?’ Also, what does that phrase even mean?"
Image by fizzyfiiz
HERE on hitRECord
Illustration by Kaidan Whitehouse
TheSerpentTheCharmer (Image & Text Curator) writes:
Wow. The artistry in this is just unimaginably good. Everything about it is detailed and bright and strange. I think it’s a very wonderful piece to look at, and an even better piece to think about. Very haunting. Could use a story, one that demands the weirdness of a Neil Gaiman-esque narrative.
Tiny Story REmix by The Shuttersmith
Imagine a world where we are paid not with money, but with sleep.
And the richest man on earth would live his life dreaming of the most wonderful things.
wirrow (Global Curator) writes:
what a clever and beautiful remix. i really really want this dollar in my hand. in fact i want to flood the market with millions of them
Tiny Story REmix by Marie Bee
REmix by naivecrimson
As a teenager I slept a lot.
I blame it on trying to figure out which dream to follow…
Illustration by JenniferChittenden
mirtle (Image Curator) writes:
this is super eerie creepy cool and could inspire some great stories like where they are from or how they may be haunting dreams.
Tiny Story REmix by Kubi
I woke up in a dream of dark and menacing things,
and fell peacefully back to sleep.
Illustration by realgoldfisch
Tiny Story by alphadragon
I dreamt a dream that you were here,
And we were there,
And then was now,
And now was real.
Text by jordyn.myah
On hitRECord HERE
There are a lot of sad dreams in this world, too many, perhaps. Dalkulla doesn’t mind, though; she collects them, those sad dreams. She wanders through this world, her long striped net trailing behind her. She holds it high, as far above her head as she can, so that she can catch the dreams that people have let go of, the dreams that people have let drift away. Those are the saddest dreams, the ones no one believes in anymore.
Dalkulla finds comfort in the forgotten dreams of others. She likes to know she’s not the only one who doesn’t feel quite right in her skin; she likes to know she’s not the only one who’s looking for something more.
When her net becomes full, Dalkulla sifts through the loneliest of the dreams she’s collected and stores them in empty mason jars. Sometimes, maybe after a day, maybe after a year, she finds two dreams that complete each other and pours them into one jar. It makes her think that maybe, just maybe, one day she’ll find a dreamer who completes her too.