A dream:

I am in a great cloud of creative friends and merrymakers….parade leaders, and punks, poets and dissidents, dreamers mystics friends and fellow Seers…..
In the dream, we are in Europe, in a particular city I won’t mention here. As it has less to do with the dream.
I am guiding not directing them to the best food, art galleries, homes of friends, the soulfull spots where the identity of place still resides and shows up daily….
The authentic spots in town I know by heart.
I know
All the subway maps and I have given out bikes-
Bycicles are given to everyone, (one wanted a balloon, so we found a place that let them ride above the city by balloon, and an old camera to behold through) as that is the best pace to know in.
I told everyone: Stop when you see something which catches
Your inner eye; stay there as long as you need.
Then let’s regather and share what we each saw.
We will make a cubist painting together of her identity! Circling from all sides in Love. Taking nothing from her, just gazing in thanks for who she is was and may become.
At the end of the dream, we had a great art show and tell about the city and our experience of it
Our own identities were revealed as we beheld the identity of the city by direct encounter-through art.
Then I woke up. Feeling like a tour guide into the identities of cities—at least for those who have eyes to see, we made a new friend.
Everyone was more themselves as we shared our stories, and the city itself, seemed more beheld, more peaceful in who she was, that day. In my dream.
At the end of the dream, we compiled all our images poems and sketches and paintings, and made a documentary film about that city. A biography of her day. As we called it.
A day in the life of a city, as seen from many eyes.
Hope she liked it. We enjoyed seeing it!