03/07
I was in a boring party, had finished eating from a paper plate but was still hungry, walking back to leave my tray and thinking how much of the bread I had left I would still eat. Together with the sauce there was some mini Lego that I had found for Leon. Some well dressed people looked at me funny, I smiled. A guy with a beard was telling me that sometimes he didn’t wear his earrings while I looked for a place in my bag to keep the Lego safe.

04/07

Mila fell down from the changing table. I didn't catch her. Then she fell through the railing from upstairs and down on the stairs or the floor, I couldn't see it. Then blurry reactions, trying to make my way out of the dream, still asleep.

04/07
I almost could remember

05/07
Something about illness, but it quickly vanished after I woke up.

05/07
I was collaborating with a group of performers/dancers, three guys and two girls. We were in some sort of residency, but I was staying with León in a different house. We were talking over breakfast about when or where to meet. I met some of them on the street, by chance I think. We went inside and net the others. They were dancing on a table under a yellow ceiling. The older guy, also the group director or leader of sorts, was complaining about some pictures of this they posted on social media. They had asked me by chat while I was on my way and I said that was fine.

06/07
I was at a Cafe together with two colleagues in a place that could be onHolmen, by the waterside, but it seemed to be mixed up with other locations and climates. We spoke about plans for the coming semester, joking about the unclarity of when we would actually stop and break for the summer vacation. We were both inside and outside the cafe. We didn't have anything, just sat there, but there was an ambience of other people around.

06/07
A father and his son were building a balcony in wood, I think it was for a contest, maybe if tree-houses. They had built their walls separately and were now bringing them together. But they had used different materials, the father used wider wood planks, the son thinner ones. So the father’s side was taller than the son’s and they couldn’t agree on how to continue. The son thought they should take some planks out of the father’s side, to reach the same height and build the roof. The father thought it was important than the number of planks remained the same on both sides, even if that resulted on a different height.

07/07
Who was there in the back ground?

07/07
I had one dream I remembered but then I forgot when I dreamt this other one:
I left the apartment we were borrowing during the night and went down the stair to talk on the phone. When I was walking back up, wondering if I would be able to enter again without a key, I heard Diana’s voice. I was confused, the rest of the family was supposed to arrive the next day and stay at a different apartment. I was also somehow worried that they would think I was partying, because of the glittery blue dress I was wearing and the time of night I was entering the house. I told them they could have my room. In the other room six kids would share one bed. Some of us would have nowhere to sleep.

08/07

T sits there, quietly, at the end of a large, sloid wodden table. Quietly, looking towards me with his sweet awareness. Crowds around, but he's the only one who is clearly present. A stick, an old man. Snow.

08/07
Hardly slept, hardly dreamt

09/07
Late 1900 century Moscow, street cars, a crowd, someone falls and get stuck under the street car, a head rolls, no fuss, just magical realism like in a scene from The Master And Margarita.

09/07
New bed, no memories

09/07
New bed, no memories

11/07
I was in a camp organized by the school I went to from 14 to 17. It was some sort of celebration with alumni from all different years. I was chosen to be in a race, against someone younger. It was some sort of joke, everyone knowing that I hate running. There was also something with water, so before starting running we had to undergo a test where one of the old teachers sprayed us with water. I went hiding and was delaying the race in all possible ways. Then it wasn’t possible to delay it any longer and I was trying to decide on a strategy, shouu hi le I run as fast as possible or make something funny instead?

12/07
Pitch black

12/07
New bed, no memories

13/07
We were walking with Leon in a new town. He was eating a street snack made of grilled pieces of meet and served on a paper cone. When finished he used de paper cone as a filming camera

14/07
I had a new apartment, maybe it was my first. I was a bit annoyed because a relative (maybe my grandmother’s brother in law, maybe my cousin, maybe my father’s girlfriend’s daughter) had spent a night there before me. I was afraid it would be dirty or something, ruined in some way. It was a very small apartment, minimalist. The first thing I saw when opening the door was a single bed, with a “colcha” in shades of red. There was drops of solidified tree resin everywhere, on the bed and the floor. I blamed it on my relative, but also kind of liked it and maybe wouldn’t clean them away.
In the next room that was another apartment and maybe also another time, my father’s girlfriend’s youngest daughter was copying and altering some documents, some English test, to send for a job application or to study abroad. I was a bit annoyed that she was using my copy machine for falsifying documents.

15/07

A huge underground cavern gallery with like golden walls, very lightened, with several people… I can’t remember what was happening.

15/07
Silence.

15/07
My mother asked me to choose a few plants from the selection that the substitute gardener had brought. They were all around the same height, 1,20 meter, I would think. I chose the ones I thought she would like. One was a gigantic bromeliad that was planted completing a row. The garden was neat, the grass well cut and the plants placed geometrically. I liked the gardener, more than the regular one. He had a good smile and worked calmly. My mother had left or couldn’t be disturbed when the gardener finished his job and the very young house helper came looking for me. I approved his work and found the money to pay him. I then realized he was her father or uncle. They had a nice relationship, I thought. And liked him even more.

16/07
I had different dreams, can’t grasp any. I know in one of them I was with Nico Robbio. We were in a terrace, happy to be together, talking and laughing. Maybe there were some beach chairs, or maybe they were in another dream.

17/07

No sign of anyone.

17/07
I met Amilcar.
I entered a boat to see if this could be the one that could take me with Katarina and our guests across the Atlantic. They were leaving to Brazil that same evening. I talked to the captain, this could be the ship for roda. He had one free spot on this trip and suggested I should go, to be sure this was the right vessel for the project. He was cleaning the floor and doing other things, talking without looking at me, smiling with irony. After a long conversation, following on different tasks, when we were inside, I asked if something was wrong. “You really don’t remember” he replied. And reminded me of something not nice that I had made, maybe we had been in contact before about roda and I didn’t reply to his last email. I somehow explained or apologized, we laughed and we kissed. I was joining the journey that evening. When leaving the cabin I met Amilcar, who was coming onboard with a big long bag like the one I saw in the train yesterday. We hugged. He was happy to hear we would be traveling together. I think there were other known people joining the trip. I left the boat to fetch my luggage, but met frieds or friendly people on the way and went to a party. Maybe I was in Marseille, where I am now. The boat departed without me. The captain would be angry again. I had to take another boat and find them. I could talk to Amilcar to know where they were. I am not sure if I had reached the boat, if I was looking for it, if I was convincing another boat to take me there, or if I was still only imagining all this when I woke up.

18/07

Talking with my son about the difference between a pullover, a sweater, an anorak, and a coat, etc

18/07

eeeeeeeeeeehmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

18/07
There was a más seating on a stone wall with his feet hanging, maybe fishing. And there was counting.

I remembered another dream. I had driven over a hole with a black car and then left the car at the mechanic. Later my father called me to say that this ruined the breaks and there was no solution. The car, which was quite new, was useless. My father had given me this car and said he couldn’t give me another one. I was a bit excited that I would need to buy a new car, excited with the search. Later, when he was driving on a viaduct and we were talking about this I asked how old it could be, he said two and a half years. I thought that was too little. I had also just moved to a new house in a new neighborhood and could see from the window a 1980’s Passat that I thought I could by. The dream was in the past, both me and my father were younger. It was around the time when I moved out of his place, I think.

19/07

Early morning, a black bird singing

19/07
Woke up with an alarm and all dreams were gone

20/07
I was in a bar until very late. The people working there were having a lot of fun, karaoke. I had been there before, many times, I knew them and other people around too. The next day I was walking around the same area, trying to find and buy a special soap, I think. Someone said I could find it in the next shop, but when I entered I recognized it from an earlier part of the dream. It was a shop with cheap clothes, I had almost bought a skirt and a top there. They wouldn’t have my special soap. One of the women working in the shop recognized me too, from the earlier part of my dream. She was wearing a black tule skirt on top of her trousers and her colleague asked if I was the one wanting to but that. She said “no, she wouldn’t believe it’s only 100”. I smiled and wanted to leave. I saw a top that had called my attention before. This time it was with inside out, hanging alone on a hanger (arara) without a hanger (cabide). It looked like a top I have, long sleeves, striped, transparent, glittering. When I was leaving I met one of the guys working at the bar, he had a big glass of soda with a straw in his hands and was still dress as if for the night: net tights (meia arrastao), very small shiny black shorts, tight white top no sleeves, and black hat. We exchanged some words and smiled about how fun last night was. I continued walking. I thought it was Arakis seating on an office chair a bit down the street, wearing a light green (verde agua) top. They were looking in the other direction and the hair could be theirs. I soon realized it wasn’t. They were talking to a woman who was making a funny walk with high heel boots, crossing the right leg under the left with every step. The person who wasn’t Arakis asked her to walk her beautiful walk, she said she couldn’t with those heels and continued. She didn’t see the step (sargeta) to the street and fell with her face on the floor. I could see she would have hurt herself and I said that, but didn’t get closer. Nobody did. She stood up and her face was bleeding. Some of her friends from the night passing by were looking at her with disgust, making faces. I wanted to help but felt there were closer people around. She was standing, her arms down separated from the body, looking around at people’s reactions, not knowing what to do or where to go, bleeding from the nose and from the eyes.

I also dreamt of a cabin made of stones. It had no heating, but I could see the coal on the big windows overlooking the mountains. The fire occupying the place where the glass panels would be and covering the view during the evenings.

21/07
Woke up with the sounds of renovation in the apartment next door. Couldn’t remember any dreams.

22/07
No dreams

23/07
Inside the back seat of a limousine. Legs spread, close up, skin, flowers. Dissapearring.

23/07
A studio with three doors to the garden. Round wooden handles, slightly bigger than what would be comfortable.
A house that needed renovation, but could maybe be inhabited after painted everything white. High ceiling, round. Maybe it was a sport arena before.

A trip, a few days. Some sort of residency. Some people missed the bus from the party back to the hotel and slept in the old mansion. I kind of regretted not being with them. I spent the days with a most serious group and at the end, talking to a Venezuelan gallerist or curator I regretted not being with the Brazilians (with whom she had been) who had a lot more fun. I was also sure she would invite one called Rodrigo for an exhibition and I thought he wasn’t such a good artist.

Maybe it was in connection to this residency, maybe not. We were a group in conference about ritualistic masks in this African country and how they were connected to the ones in Tobago (when it wasn’t Trinidad, someone said). They had realized this through a complex series of translations between these two tribal languages, one was called Vongo, I think. They realized this when they started making direct translations of ritual songs and myths, from one language to the other without English in between. Then they could see the stories and spirits were the same, and the masks were also very similar, they had showed us. We were discussing this in the swimming pool. I think this was the context for the party described before.

24/07
There were 5 kittens in different colors and I could choose one.

26/07
We were walking towards an institution, maybe a photography center, where there was an event I wanted to attend. At least some of the people in the group needed to have lunch and we were wondering where to stop. We were a bit late and there were no restaurants on the way. When passing through a restaurant (one that had recently opened in this dream although I think I have dreamt about it before), we saw some friends were finishing their lunch, Lucia Koch was among them. They had eaten feijoada, which was actually pulled meat in tomato sauce similar to the one we had for dinner last night. We entered the restaurant to say hello with the plan of grabbing some of their left overs on a bread. I was checking the buffet pretending we were considering eating there. A waitress was walking around utrustful. I asked if our friend could put some of the remaining feijoada in a bread as we were late and she was hungry. The waitress said yes reluctantly. I told Lucia we were walking towards this event. We had taken the longer way. We had to go around a hospital. I dreamt of this map before.

27/07

Coming back home, I don’t kow from where, and there was shelf with books with holes by thermites…

27/07
We were strolling around a city center. Ishtar and León were there. We stopped by a food truck or kiosk to buy grilled chicken in a bag. We had to choose the chicken quarters. I said León would prefer the legs. This was close to a gothic cathedral, I think.

28/07

Shreds of a dream where I was discussing with my partner about swapping cars; there were 3 persons involved…

I woke up and dreamed more during the morning, a garage in a friend's house, I was a young adult or teenager; from the Window I could see several Sports cars, different colours, but a couple were from different tones of Blue. Then there was a change and my friend l’est only blue cars; they were parked in 2 lines; I heard thé engine of one in the front right and entêtes the car. Inside, there was a kind of séparation and I could not see him. I just hear the engine on and the garage’s door automatically started to lift, I asked him if he was going for a ride or Just manoeuvring and he did not reply, I woke up.

28/7
Darkness.

28/07
Together with Leon, my father and another man tried to fix a lamp that was not working. The circuit included a playmobil figure holding the cables in its hands. One of the figure arms was burned, showing filaments behind the plastic. We tried several times, and failed.

Earlier I dreamt I was living in a collective. A big house shared by three groups of people. I found a vintage orange wool coat (kapa) that one of the inhabitants said they had to throw away because it was old beyond repair perfectly kept after the dry cleaner. Others were very angry to find out this person had lied to keep the coat to themselves. I was mainly happy the coat was back. I wore it. We were eating outside. There was another discussion about a duvet that needed washing.

29/07

Was it music? There was sound, whirling. Like falling a sleep to the dryer as a kid. ´That wonderful state in between turmoil and drone.

29/07
Sitting at the last row in a bus, looking at the landscape through a review mirror.

30/07
I was going to see an exhibition with Leon and his grandparents. I don’t know if this was already art or if we were still on our way there, but we were walking through a city made of wire. The buildings were nothing but silver lines.

31/07

Vague, only vague.

31/07
I visited a house for sale, one I have dreamt about before. It was one of two twin houses, each with three floors. This had belonged to a now dead photographer and it was full of his things (books with his photos, sculptures casts etc), each piece carrying a thread with a little paper with a number. The man showing the house said it was for the inventory. I think there would be an auction. He also said something about the bedsheets in the rooms upstairs starting to become shiny (a reference to the time passing with the beds being made and unused). Time was frozen in the house, waiting for everything to have a little number. I started looking at the books, turning the pages. A series of them was small, with a black cover, and black and white pictures of women in underwear inside. Some were based on commercial work, the many photos he would take around the one or few used for an add, photos showing also the working team, the scenario, the backstage, the making off. In a couple of them the women in underwear were partying on the streets at night, a big group of them running through the city with bottles in their hands and big smiles. The last book I holded was in colors and had only one woman running, with a long dark green dress that later in the book was half-covered by a black coat. I looked through it like a flip-book and could see the images as if she was moving. In the next scene she was singing, wearing the same dress, the black coat had become a hijab. She was singing a beautiful song in Arab that I would want to learn. There were subtitles and I wanted to sing those lyrics. The only word I could copy was Italia, which in Arab had a different meaning.