A phone project by Matt Roberts and Terri Witek for O, Miami 2014 invites you to activate dreamers around the city and help build a dream map of 7-word dreams. Below are 7-word dreams sent in by O, Miami participants. Find out how to add yours here..
Brace for wind, he stole matted hair
My mom and boyfriend caught in bed.
Julie’s wandering eyes just shy of seeking.
Lizards race toward an invisible finish line.
Orchids press their lips looking for a kiss.
The spider yawned and doubled in size
Pressure suffocating, but then doorways doorways doorways
Her head and heart tucked in books
His voice sounds like churchbells in springtime.
Some birds think women’s shoulders are wings.
Wake to depthless fall, forever folding laundry.
Tongue bite startle hazy pain wake up
We always manage to survive the fire
He was a part of my dream
red flowers on the tree, mysterious gifts
Sky scraps of blue mother bra only
Grinding the wood house into dinner seasonings
Trying to move but my body’s paralyzed
In the fields with sweet potato piles
My grandmother, as ghost, shooting a rifle