Entangling dreaming practice is an open experiment in which we try to meet each other in our dreams. We agree on a meeting place and use techniques of lucid dreaming, attempting to gather our presences in the subconscious space of dreams. On the next morning, we textually report the experiment.
This experiment is designed to test the possibilities of entanglement and the potentiality of combining our subjectivities. What can each of us perform when guided by the associations that build our dreams?
On Monday, July 3, 2023, I went to sleep pretty late. When already in bed, I started to mentally re-figure Søren's office. I fell asleep but did not dream of the room and neither of us. I woke up a couple of hours later and then mentalized the two of you and went back to sleep. Once again it did not work out. I woke up knowing that I had several dreams but not able to recall them, but knew that I did not dream of us.
This evening (Monday July 10th), I finally dreamt of you, of us, but you were not the center of the dream. We were in a square, the sky was blue, temperature mild, a sunny day in Copenhagen, autumn leaves starting to appear in the ground. There was a woman, with dark hair, sitting on a single bench, and I knew it was Yelena, even though I don't know her and never saw her. I was explaining to you something that I am currently working on which is based on the idea of perpetual calendars. Irene was not very receptive and somehow insinuated that I wasn’t properly understanding the functioning of a perpetual calendar as she kind of moved away. (When I was writing to you about the names for the seminar, I wrote but then erased that from what I have been hearing from the students, it would be nice to have her since she feels very restrictive regarding the displacement of concepts from particle physics and quantum field theory to other domains, disciplines and scales, which could be very interesting for us; but, as never met her, and had this only from a few things I’ve heard, thought it was better not to mention)
On July 10th, I only remember it was a Monday in the middle of the night. I pictured the three of us in Søren’s office, Amilcar sitting on the leather sofa, Søren on a chair with wheels. I focused on the leather and the shiny surface of the piano. In between awaken and asleep, we were having a conversation about never-more things. It was in Portuguese.
The last thing I dreamt before waking up was Leon saying that we could fish a bird or hunt a fish. Also in Portuguese.
Even if I pictured you, your faces and voices, and tried to imagine an encounter each of the many times I woke up this night, I didn’t meet you in any of my dreams. I dreamt of being sleepy and of being afraid to sleep alone. I dreamt of falling asleep in the front seat of a car and waking up sharing the seat with Raquel garbelotti. I dreamt of calling Nícolas Robbio and asking him to come and fix something at my new house as an excuse for avoiding being alone there. I dreamt of a restaurant by the side of the road that served battered steaks of penguin meat.
Dear both, poor connections here from the far west coast of Jutland, but hopefully now it goes thru…: Monday night, or more precisely, Tuesday early morning at 1 am, I went to bed, picturing you in my office, but very quickly, you, things, got blurry. I was very tired as I fell asleep heavily and I didn’t have recollection of any dreams when I woke up 8 hours later the next morning.
On Monday 24th of July I recalled you each of the many times I woke up during the night. Each time I saw your faces, but they were never in the same space. Almost never in any space. Your faces were as cut-outs for a collage. One of the times I woke up, I realized you were not recalled in the same space and thought it was because you had different weights. The kind of thought that could take place in a dream.