I live quite lightly, but I do have some archive boxes where I keep special mementoes, and some things that I have treasured for so long that I can’t throw out. One of these ‘can’t throw out’ items is the first edition of a magazine that I made for my school in February 1966. It
“My wife and I both dreamed that our house was violently broken into. Why did we have the same dream, on the same night, at the same time?” I was on a Breakfast radio show in Perth, Western Australia, and the question came from Pete, one of the presenters. Since our discussion was live, I
I was admiring photos of broken pieces of antique pottery, hand blown glass, a clay pipe, and an inkwell, all mudlarking treasures foraged from English river mud by Carys, a friend on Instagram, and it took me back to childhood expeditions to the gardening allotments near my grandmother’s house in Portsmouth, England. Portsmouth was heavily
Once upon a dream, standing at an open casement window, resting my elbows on the sill, I noticed a silvery shining in the flowerbed below. My heart leapt, for there it was, something very precious to me, a gleaming silver statue of a goat, studded in turquoise gems, half-hidden in the foliage like a discarded
“Let’s go back to basics today,” suggested the producer of a television show I’m on from time to time, “and give people some tips about those dreams we all share: teeth falling out, being naked in a public place, falling, being pregnant, being chased.” I thought I’d follow the same cue for today’s blog. Much
You dream of a field of lavender in full bloom, swaying in the wind, beautiful yet overwhelmingly same-same, and perhaps a little too heady: what small change would make this dream more comfortable or inspiring? There are probably myriad possible answers, but let’s take an obvious one. You could add oases of lush roses to
How much dreaming time do you lose by sleeping six hours instead of eight? Go on, have a guess, or work it out based on everything you know about sleep and dreaming so far. Since as long as I can remember, I’ve always needed lots of sleep, and generally fall asleep within minutes of closing
“You should do a podcast show about dreams,” said Belinda, a self-confessed geek friend, ten years ago. I groaned. Podcasting was only vaguely on the periphery of my awareness, and the thought of getting my head around yet another kind of technology for my business felt overwhelming. I was already doing quite advanced html work
I met two strangers at a party a year or so before I began my work in dreams, almost 30 years ago now. I say strangers, because when I asked around afterwards, nobody else remembered seeing them. Both men, and both a lot taller than me (I am quite tall), they seemed to act in
I’d love to inspire you to create an alchemy bowl, a vessel to collect totems from your dreams and act as a sacred alchemical kiln. It’s a variation of ancient divinatory practices, healing rituals, and wisdom oracles, given a dream alchemy twist. It’s a way of consolidating and connecting the insights you draw from your