she’s dreaming
I had a strange and vivid dream last night. I had been time transported back to 1985 to the opening of Toyo Ito’s ‘Tokyo Nomad Women’ architectural installation. I was the nomad woman and I had to climb a very tall staircase wearing ridiculously heavy platform shoes. The staircase wobbled precariously and had to be supported by a number of people from the bottom to stop it from toppling over. I thought how much more professional everything always appears in documented hindsight. Then once I had performed the nomad woman there was a general opening party at which I met a mishmash of historical figures from various time periods including a teenage Princess Diana (too many trashy magazines), who manifested as an ugly, gangly redhead with a firm handshake. Meanwhile, off in the distance appeared a strange wedding band playing very old-fashioned looking instruments – an over-sized bassoon, a bass clarinet and some other unrecognisable woodwinds. (Bands with strange instruments are somewhat of a recurring figure in my dreams). I chased the band as they started moving away, down a steep hill, braking myself in the mud with my platforms to stop myself from sliding into a lake, then into a long limestone tunnel, to end up in the band practice room. Out of which I had to climb through a very narrow, disused mine shaft. Back to the party. Where I had to think fast in conversation to prevent my time travelled status from being revealed. Finally the party began to wind down and I wanted to return home. Toyo Ito took us to a secret room at the top of a tower block, through which I assumed we would be able to time travel back again. He thanked us for coming but went on to explain that unfortunately we would not be able to get back to the future – time travel apparently only works in one direction. So the best he could do for us was provide a life simulation machine. “The three bit version is pretty good. After a while you won’t even be able to tell the difference”.
September 1st, 2008 at 2:12 pm
Ha! wonderful! Aren’t dreams so much fun?
I’ve had a couple of corkers since being in Italy, the oddest of which had me in a spaghetti western/mad max style shoot-out/holdup with a bunch of bandit Ancient Philosophers & Inventors (namely, Aristotle, Socrates, Plato, Archimedes, Da Vinci, etc) … whom I was ordered to procreate with so as to continue to have the genes of such great minds continued … Aristotle got badly wounded in the battle & so I was taken to his bed & left to draw the last few mils of life from him, ensuring that this great lineage was carried on. Weird, yet somewhat wonderful!