I spent the night with 4 relative strangers in the Blågården library. We wandered the space, chose a sleeping place, read some things, spoke about dreams and dreaming, and then came up with a pre-bed ritual together. We were to spin another Dreamer until they were good and disoriented, then allow them to wander to a shelf (being careful not to let them bump into anything along the way) where they would randomly grope for a book and open to a passage. We had some interesting themes, including (from what I can recall) parenting, mental illness, business aesthetics, restrictions and wants, and two passages un-translatable to any of us at that time (in Urdu and Greek). We then each took our book and did some automatic writing beginning with the passage or theme. Then, lights out!
Many of us slept fitfully, listening to the revelers in Blågårds Plads or thinking about tomorrow’s tasks, and I was the only one who remembered my dreams (trains, magnetic sculptures, being late, being spoken to in Greek!) Yet, I know silent dreams were had in there, and the space is surely more charged today for them. It was a really lovely night for me, and I believe the fellow sleepers felt the same. I plan to record a song based on the experience for The Festival of Endless Gratitude next week.