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| Sometimes I dream that you don't love me any
more.
I wake myself up by crying. I open my eyes slowly and remember that it's true. Sometimes I dream that all my teeth are being pulled out. I wake myself up by screaming. I open my eyes slowly and remember that it's not true. I still have a beautiful smile. Click here to see the dance video with QT4 Click here to see it with older QT versions |
when I dream I feel the warmth of a lovers touch,
when I awake I'm inspired to find a lover Click here to see the dance video with QT4 Click here to see it with older QT versions |
| not so much an inspiration, but a hint:
did you try to get some inspiration from The Dreamtime? Maybe you want to check out: http://www.dreamtime.net.au/ |
My dreams and thoughts are around
the conflicts of opposites and contrasts. Dark v Light
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"Just off the top of my head then", he said as
she walked before him. Jealousy consumed his soul as he watched her
lightly footstep her way around him, a smile on her face and a dagger in
her tongue.
There are never any warnings. It just happens
and there's nothing you can do about it. Years pass in the blink
of an eye and most killers never intend to... it just happens. Pain,
yes. Domination, certainly. But death, that was never on the
menu. But today we are a la carte. This time she's gone too
far. One too many flirts over the bar with the new barman.
One too many times out with her friends but without her knickers.
One too many stories she invented just to arouse him. If this is
a game she's trying desperately to lose by default. Do you want me
to hurt you?
The game always ends and no-one ever wins.
In fact, like global-thermo-nuclear-war the only way to win is not to play
- but let the politicians play.
Years pass in the blink of an eye and most killers
never intend to... it just sort of happens that way.
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It's like a bottle of carbonated water if you keep shaking it up, it loses its fizz if you keep being trampled on you learn helplessness you are left with a very simple, non reactive, transparent, still product |
I bet that if you were able to watch somebody else's dream through a monitor or televsion screen the images wouldn't actually look like what they are supposed to be. For example if you saw one of your friends in a dream your mind wouldn't be able to replicate every single feature of that person which makes them who they are. I believe that we probably recieve images that represent our friends for example but wouldn't actually look accurate if you were to see them during consciousness. |
Spiral staircase, No grip, no rail Welcome to the hot place No energy for the race To claim our space No air to breathe in to exhale. |
| Losing myself, inside myself
who am I supposed to be today? Am I him, him, him, or him? once again i have been lead astray I know who i want to be who i want to be with but everytime i feel this way i feel like i'm going numb that this cold sensation folds me up and is here to stay Click here to see the dance video with QT4 Click here to see it with older QT versions |
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| I am currently interested in the sheer temporal-ness
of dance. The fact that is merely exists for the moment and then
becomes a memory, or a quick time file- in this case, is sort of unsettling
to me.
You can train for hours and hours and years and years, honing your body to expressive perfection, and during this time - even in your physical peak- it takes an hour or so to truly tune your instrument. How does that make you feel? I remember getting jealous when I was in college while I watched my boyfriend easily share his musical talents with friends, while I required the right kind of clothes, a particluar floor-sprung preferably, and mostly the time to warm up. As a dancer, I sometimes feel mute; only truly
vocal when I am verging on fatigue and wrought with sweat do I experience
a sort of nirvanah that quickly flees.
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| In my dream I was a bag of cement...
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flying off tops of dressing tables and sewing
machines.
mystic castles, merlins and unicorn filled fantasy images are my favourite and most peaceful. people from my past. ice water shoots that never end. Click here to see the dance video with QT4 Click here to see it with older QT versions |
Let your quiet mind listen and absorb Pythagoras
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Infinite possibilities
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Two very different poems; both dreams (the first one also a day-dream) of lost loved ones; both, although the person's presence is strongly there, with the strange lack of contact or communication which can only happen in dreams.
| I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful - a faery's child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she lulled me asleep,
I saw pale kings and princes too,
I saw their starved lips in the gloam
And this is why I sojourn here
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In the dusky path of a dream I went to seek the
love
who was mine in a former life. Her house stood at the end of a desolate street.
She set her lamp down by the portal and stood
before me.
I thought and thought; our names would not come
to my mind.
One lamp had flickered in the evening breeze and
died.
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be patient
suspended in your skeleton clear your mind of need listen inside your fluids flowing deep into billions of cells hear the call of your vessel its language of vicera repairing the daily wears be patient enough to dream nothing Click here to see the dance video with QT4 Click here to see it with older QT versions |
| walking softly through the clouds there not easy
to walk on so you keep sinking and have to pull yourself up again and again
the mood is soft and peaceful every where is white. the movements are extended
yet soft. suddenly the sun appears and as the yellow gradually overtakes
the white the movements become strong as if the sun is giving away its
energy everything becomes more and more frantic. the sun now burning at
the dancer they try to escape forcing away the suns energy and through
movements of trust and counterbalence they escape back to the safeness
of the white. exchausted from the fight they lye down on the crisp clounds
and sleep
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I have five fingers to say five fingers to give into your grace. First when I was apart from you this world did not exist nor any other. Second whatever I was looking for was always you. Third why did I ever learn to count to three Fourth my cornfield is burning Fifth this finger stands for rabia and this is for someone else. Is there a difference? Are these words or tears? Is weeping speech? What shall I do my love? So he speaks and everyone around begins to cry with him laughing crazily moaning in the spreading union of lover and beloved. Click here to see the dance video with QT4 Click here to see it with older QT versions |
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dreams --
walking on clouds |
When I dream I feel as if I am watching a movie
of myself. I can see things happening yet I have no control over
my actions. I often feel as if I am moving in slow motion as if Im
walking through water.I can see this feeling being used with a section
of movement where the movements are trying to happen but an unseen force
is preventing them from occouring.
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