A phone project by Matt Roberts, Terri Witek and Michael Branton invites you to refurbish an urban space by activating a floating garden of 7-word dreams. Below are dreams sent in by previous participants.
Dream Garden is a curated site and may be edited for content.
I’m dreaming of a world without conflict
I resisted the anxiety before I acquiesced
Heavy lids disappear in sweat blood storm
Streaks of colors without sounds or details
Luna my tragic love appears before me
Felt his heart under the wrong chest
Colored dice earrings in place of forever
I dreamt our breakup wasn’t our breakup
She spins lonely nouns of virtue, carving
The fill the places in my heart
I love him but I am invisible
Son spoke again. What did he say?
Yo make a difference in this world
sternum cracks into a hallway of mud
Matter lives, black, blue, all, none.
Majestic huge Redwood trees tall as mountains
All our children are loved by all
I’m lying in blood and owl feathers
There was a dark ghost flying around.
On the edge of a cliff. Jason