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saving the others for
a later issue when
their
relevance could be more clearly appreciated.
At the
end of the list of dreams, we have presented some very
brief comments, compiled from the
reactions of our
editors. We invite your comments
as well. We also
extend the invitation again to you and your dreams to
comment on our cooperative journal experiment.
I am standing waiting in the hallway
of a large hotel
when the doors to a convention or ballroom are opened. I
walk in with many other people and take a seat at
one of
the many large, long tables that are arranged
in vertical
rows toward a center dais. A man stands behind the
dais.
It is understood that this gathering is for
the "Sundance
Community Dream Journal." The man asks us to identify
ourselves. With that, everyone jumps up, thrusting
both
hands into the air. We shout, "Who are we?" answering
a
question with a question. I write out a check to Sundance,
saying that this is all I have. (R.R.R.,
Chicago,
Illinois)
I am in front of my house telling a neighbor
about the
"Sundance Community Dream Journal." As
I am doing
so, both the screen door and
my regular door suddenly
swing wide open. (J.H.,
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)
I walk into a cave with a small group of people.
The
entrance is a tunnel with a line
of Indians on each side.
The lines remind me of a
receiving line except that no
one speaks to us. We reach the end of
the tunnel which
opens into a cave with a large
fire in the middle of the
floor. The cave isn't large
but neither does it seem
crowded by the number of people. A
curved downgrade
to the right leads to the cave floor. There
are Indians all
along the wall of the cave and
a few dancing around the
fire. The dancers are in pairs.
My companions all go
down to the cave floor. I step back into the
tunnel where
I can not see the cave because
I am not sure that the
Indians would want us watching
such an important
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