In my sketchbook I drew this little drawing that show how I go to sleep. And I am One Hundred Percent Serious. I can’t sleep until I feel the rocking of my boat, and hear the waves.
Today I heard a lecture by the infamous Rick Veitch about dream comics. And now I’m thinking that television and the internet have stolen my dreams. The modern world is not so good for the nether-regions of the psyche. Apparently all the screen time activates a part of the brain that isn’t amenable to dreaming. So our secret lives are slowly being sucked away. Gone is my imaginary career as a professional bowler. Gone are my days of rescuing maidens from pirates. Gone is my stint in a French convent, where I convert the ladies to my own particular religion, as well as fomenting a revolution.
I agree with Rick (and Jung) that reaching into the unconscious (of the self and collective) is super important to art-making. So loosing dreams is bad, evil bad. And what, you might ask, am I going to do about it? I’m going to become a computer and steal YOUR DREAMS.
