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After reading some of the posts about Jane Eyre and Wide Sargasso Sea I realized that what I'm about to post may not exactly be what we are looking for. I took the suggestion of using a "critical lens" and ran with it... to someplace not in dreamland though. (Exuse the following rambling).

In this dream (which I had last week) I am actually writing something! We all mentioned in class how rare it was that one would actually dream of writing words in dreams as Freud claims he did. Well here's it is! evidence that will dispel all skepticism you once had about Freud. OK, not exactly..

I'm not sure if I had previously posted anything about this, but sporadically over the past months I've been having dreams about pregnancy. I do not recall many of the details of the dreams, but I do remember them being really intense. A couple of nights ago however, I had another pregnancy dream and I can remember most of it.

I had a dream involving 9-11. Makes sense though..

I didn’t particularly enjoy reading either of their books. Let’s start with that. Consequently, I kept putting off this entry. That is, until today. Here are my superficial
observations.

This is one of the strangest dreams I've had in a long time.

Dali is one weird cat.

I’m pretty sure I didn’t think lucid dreaming was possible before I took this class.

I meant to post this image a while ago, that is, when we were talking about dream art. However, my home comp. is weird and doesn't let me post images. But anyway... Frida Kahlo is definately one of my favorite visual artists. This piece is called The Dream (1940). It is of the few, if only, painting directly dealing with dreams. There is an interesting parallel being made between the portrayal of the artist in bed and the skeleton, which I assume represents death, on the canopy. There have been poems that compare sleep to death, sleep being a kind of mini/brother of death which may be in play here.

Kahlo is said to be a very personal artist. Her image and life experiences are the subject of most of her panintings. It is interesting to think of the work as imagos of herself, especially since she has many "Self-Portraits." Here are some of my favorites:

Self Portrait, 1926

The Two Fridas, 1939

The Little Deer, 1946

The Love Embrace of the Universe, the Earth (Mexico), Me and Senor Xototl, 1949