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Dear Toko-pa; In my first dream, I am married. I am at my parents’ helping build a stone wall and this spouse-person keeps calling and asking where I am, telling me I am the type of person who only does what is best for me – how I am unreliable, ambivalent and untrustworthy – but [...]

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In dreams, feelings are our greatest allies. They show us where our energy is being concentrated and which way it wants to go. Like signals from the unconscious to the physical body, feelings show us where our needs are.
Sometimes they warn us to retreat from dangerous situations, other times they magnify [...]

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There’s a great scene in Osmosis Jones, a semi-animated flick about the insides of zookeeper Frank Detomello’s (Bill Murray) body, when a serious virus hits “City of Frank.” Instead of going to see a doctor, he pops a flu pill saying, “Sick? I’m not getting sick! I have far too much planned.” Meanwhile, down in [...]

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Dear Toko-pa; I dream a couple brings their two sons to a new place, from the east coast to the west coast. Here, the littler boy is happier. He is more sensitive and says he likes being in a place where he is good at things. The landscape and what it offers [...]

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We think of dreams as occurring only in the night, but the truth is we dream all day long. Waking dreams are the experiences of the day that hold a meaningful charge for us and are no less significant than the nightly ones. The more intimate we get with our symbolic life, the richer [...]

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“I am on a train in the US where the overall atmosphere is volatile. There is danger everywhere. People have formed gangs and territories and carry weapons. You must be careful where you go and with whom you are aligned. I get stopped by security guards who ask me for the address [...]

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The Tzutujil Maya of Guatemala say that dreaming is one wing of a butterfly and waking is the other. Each wing tells half the story of life to the other, mirroring each other ceaselessly to keep aloft. It is at the heart, where the two wings meet, that the substance of us is [...]

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“My mother slept with an axe under her pillow,” one woman recounts in a plaintive voice, “We lived in terror that my father would return to murder us in the night. For some reason, I don’t know why, but I was always expected to be happy.”
Inside a recent video installation at the Power Plant Gallery [...]

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