Dream 1

A giant beaded mauve tableau, or something of the sort. A diptych with supernatural powers.

Dream 2

An enormous outdoor gallery with a small interior space. I stroll along a pebbled path. A girl is embracing a sculpture ­ a stiff little odd-faced man made of stone whose legs and arms jut straight forward. A video shows close ups of old shoes and then suddenly I see them in front of me ­ hundreds of pairs of weathered menıs leather shoes are lined up along a riverbank. I enter the interior space. The ceiling is painted yellow then blue. There are tiny space creatures and octopuses hanging from a glittery green ceiling. They are made of rubber, plastic and sequins. Someone whispers, ³I like the green octopus² and it is indeed very beautiful ­ itıs a dark shimmering sushi-seaweed green and composed of lots of different balls strung together. There are also grey wax space ships (framed) and piles of other colorful unrecognizable objects that I stare at for what seems like hours. I go outside again and find myself in front of a shallow lake. There are beautiful see-through clear glass tiny tent-sized houses near the shore. I think, ³these are future tents from 2090². Children are sleeping inside, two to a cot even though itıs daytime.

Dream 3

My friend Chris has set up an installation composed of metal tins filled with clear liquids and feathers. Inside one of them is a furry egg. A contraption runs a heat lamp that warms the furry egg every time we hear music, thus incubating it until it hatches. Apparently, a lot of eggs have already hatched because there are broken shells everywhere. Below the incubating station is a stove. A bird and a baby are inside. Iım vaguely worried about the baby whose eyes are being brushed with a toothbrush but then I start to worry more about the small bird who has begun to brown and bake. Iım concerned with the ethical aspects of the project, but when I turn to ask Chris about it I find he has disappeared into thin air.

Dream 4

Beach performance. I dig three deep holes in the sand with a thick yellow tube. A wave rolls in, recedes, and I proceed to unearth treasures from within the holes : three knives in amber and leather casing, a gold lion-headed beret, silver pliers in a plastic snap sack, two perfectly intact white turn-of-the-century womanıs frocks (one with lace, one without), among other things. Towards the end, I declare that I will move to Australia.

Dream 5

A fabulous French fairy tale gallery show with gigantic forest murals and enormous ceilings. Iım both a visitor and a participant: Iım dressed in an extremely heavy floor-length purple-grey Cinderella servant gown. A deep male voice that seems to be coming from nowhere resounds in the space. An American visitor asks me to translate for him and I almost refuse (since I donıt work there) but donıt. I try my best but midway through the voice starts speaking German and Japanese instead. The American becomes impatient and leaves without thanking me. Iım hot. The dress is thick.