Dreams - Margo Reed

This is a photographic dream journal.

An Experiment. I live, work, and dream to communicate and spread human emotions in hopes that we may be able to break down some of the non-physical barriers (culture, sex, religion, wealth, race, politics) in what many see as a three-dimensional world.

Why do I meet my ex-lovers, dead friends and unpreventable fates in a time and place where I can handle it all– my dreams? Every night they show me an extension of physical life, a collection of incomprehensible experiences that may mean more than I know. Now I’m photographing what I believe to be another universal dimension, and a place that I believe each of us keep for oneself– perception and emotion.

In following posts, you will find photographic representations of my overnight experiences. This is a dream journal and an artistic experiment, which focuses on channeling the sights I saw and things I felt while I was asleep in hopes that you will feel it too.

I am an artist, a photographer, a communicator. If my project works I could be able to prove to myself that though we all perceive the physical world differently, humans share a universal set emotions. Only then might I have a chance to break some of the non-physical barriers in our perceivable world.

9/7/18

I was sure Tasha hated me, and she was really cold to me, and then one day she gave all these love letters to people and I was one. We lived in an old, dark, house similar to Sasha’s, but much richer and grander than that. It had dark floors and colors. I found a note on my bed, but she came home before I could open it. She wrote 3 pages for me.

8/17/18

Tasha and I were both doing our own things, but we ended up at the same hotel. I saw Bart there, who was being nice to me about getting dressed up, but then these people came up to us and said they were going to shoot up the hotel and they ended up not having bullets. Bart didn’t care, but I was scared and wanted to run to my friend’s room where I was going. The hotel looked kind of like the one in LA— there was an open door at the end but the inside was lit with incandescent lights, red carpet, and yellow walls. It was winter outside but I wasn’t cold.

Quynh called and said she and Norman are going out somewhere for dinner and that I should come. I told her Tasha was around too. I was going to meet Finnian for our own dinner, but when Quynh suggested Tasha and the friends she was meeting all go to dinner Tasha got really mad because she can’t afford to eat out. They had a phone screaming conversation where Tasha said “I don’t care what Margo said about me being here, why is that okay?! Are YOU going to marry your boyfriend?! I don’t have money to go out I eat at home EVERY NIGHT.” But she was still reasonable about it, and they made up. She told Quynh she should break up with her boyfriend because she hinted at wanting to do it.

Then, Tasha and I walked together to the train station to go to our respective dinners (mine was with Finnian and her’s with the film kids), and the bus station was on the side of a random open road. She was dressed really nice. Hair pulled back, curls on the sides (as if her bangs were parted) and she wore a big wool warm coat with lipstick (like the one in her. She said earlier she doesn’t like when her curls blow, but she is thin enough now to still make it work.

8/2/18

I spent time in center city with friends. Two of which were Eamon and [Eamon’s look alike?] who were dressed in shorts with a striped button down tucked in and a black belt. Maybe high socks too. They were two people I hang with but didn’t know of each other, and we all met up and they were dressed exactly alike. It was Eamon and someone who looked like him (1’’ taller with red hair and a beard instead of brown). I think it may have been that guy, Nathan, from LA.

7/31/18

I was staying at Brian’s house and I was just raped. He gave me his grandpa-looking couch to sleep on and was there giving me food and water under the dim, golden window light.

7/16/18

Mark has really long legs, so long that my head only comes up to his hips. It’s the first time I’ve seen him in a while, and I look up to him, both literally and figuratively. We are in a happy, grassy yard, at a picnic. There is green grass and red decorations. Also other people around, but I don’t know who they are. Maybe his family.

7/15/18

Aunt Tammy died. Lindsay was there and we were in this old breaking house. Tammy died one day out of nowhere. No one knew why. Someone (aunt Janet and Dean) came over to help paint the house after she died.

7/13/18

With Mom and Jenna walking on a road with no sidewalk where we witnessed kids a triple school bus accident and a shooting. One man who was an old cop not dressed in uniform was mocking me because I couldn’t do anything to help and said the press was awful. I lied and said I’m a nurse. Then we took the train to Temple and I got out but was afraid of getting hit and afraid to go home.

7/13/18

With Mom and Jenna walking on a road with no sidewalk where we witnessed kids a triple school bus accident and a shooting. One man who was an old cop not dressed in uniform was mocking me because I couldn’t do anything to help and said the press was awful. I lied and said I’m a nurse. Then we took the train to Temple and I got out but was afraid of getting hit and afraid to go home.

7/8/18

Vrushabh, Laura, Alex in a dark, weird basement with red lights and green slimy water. Dark. Stairwell. We are in high school and drunk, trying to hide our drinking from elders. Laura is like Mady was in high school— I’m trying to protect her. She also keeps running off for Reed, which is how I end up hanging with Vrushabh at a club. Alex doesn’t believe I drink now, and Vrushabh is the one who forgets the nights with me. I have a crush on him.

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