{"id":25247,"title":"Entra en el Sue\u00f1o","description":"Rebecca W Morris and Matteo Delred's exploration of the phenomenon of dreaming through visual ideas, sound experiments, and extracts from a dream journal highlights the rich and complex nature of our dreaming experiences. Through their creative approach, they capture the surreal, fragmented, and often mysterious quality of dreams.","content":"<p>Rebecca W Morris and Matteo Delred explore the phenomenon of dreaming through visual ideas, sound experiments, poetry, and extracts from a dream journal that captures the surreal, fragmented, and often mysterious quality of dreams.<\/p><div data-youtube-video=\"\"><iframe class=\"youtube\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" allowfullscreen=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Wz0dmonw9UQ\"><\/iframe><\/div><h2>The Deep End<\/h2><p>i dreamt of us as difficult children,<\/p><p>and how swimming, for us,<\/p><p>was widths instead of lengths,<\/p><p>as if being an adult meant deep end for everything,<\/p><p>different to that of our peer group in comparison,<\/p><p>paddling around in their armbands.<\/p><p><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.teemill.com\/paktkmdmyzkxwmxhjtxpbwvcfqavqkfzryxxwneqqdjtjsuq.jpg\" alt=\"paktkmdmyzkxwmxhjtxpbwvcfqavqkfzryxxwneqqdjtjsuq.jpg\" \/><\/p><h2>12th Feb \u201823<\/h2><p>I am cooking for some old friends in a place I lived many years ago. There are lots of new people. There\u2019s a quirky, friendly Russian woman. The garden is large and beautiful with an amazing view. It is sloped and a large pond that flows into a lake runs through it. We are sitting on mounds in the garden and I dive into the pond. One of my friends tells me there are piranhas in it. The lake has taken over the garden. It is huge and fast-flowing. I have to swim against the current, hoping to avoid the piranhas. I make it out of the pond and look for a room. I walk past my friend with her lesbian lover. She is taking a break from motherhood to find herself (she tells me) and secretly I think that later this separation will be damaging for her child. I go looking for a room and it\u2019s all just dorms. Most beds are taken. I find some empty beds I can sleep in. There are a lot of young people. At some point, I am sitting somewhere and talking to various people in English and Spanish, trying to meet people in this huge house and trying to be cordial. And then some guy comes up to me and tells me I\u2019ve not made an effort with his son. His son didn\u2019t understand what I was saying and I need to try harder. He is a little menacing and puts his hand on my shoulder. I tell him, \u201ctough\u201d, sometimes I\u2019m not agreeable to everyone and to take his hand off my shoulder. Later, confiding with a friend, I worry I didn\u2019t try hard enough to make myself understood to his son.<\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.teemill.com\/p74hya79gygrzpojxn3coaiftxrchzev3mbjcin0z53ssp8d.jpg\" alt=\"p74hya79gygrzpojxn3coaiftxrchzev3mbjcin0z53ssp8d.jpg\" \/><\/p><h2>13th Feb \u201823<\/h2><p>I am dancing in a club alone. Two of my friends are watching me, confused. I tell them to join me, and they do, laughing. Then me and one of my best friends are surrounded by the cold, Scottish sea, and I get dragged down by it. I am tumbling around in the water, almost drowning. It is vast and immense around us. My friend is in control but he\u2019s trying to teach me to be in control too. I am not feeling scared though - more naive and careless.<\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.teemill.com\/vbe3r4uazqxwshij3ny1aoh7j74gtujngbyp1putywxuvscl.jpg\" alt=\"vbe3r4uazqxwshij3ny1aoh7j74gtujngbyp1putywxuvscl.jpg\" \/><\/p><h2>22nd Feb \u201823<\/h2><p>I was trying to get a job at a mortician\u2019s. I thought I\u2019d be good at it and it would be a great part-time job. I was waiting to speak to the mortician and drinking a couple of glasses of wine. Then I was worried I wouldn\u2019t do the job well (as I was about to have a trial) or that I would be sick seeing the dead bodies. I\u2019m hanging out and flirting with the other apprentices. We hear awful noises coming from next door. Sometimes the bodies need to be broken down and cut up. When I finally go to do the job, I don\u2019t exactly remember what I have to do but it is gruesome with a lot of blood involved. It is very physical labor. The mortician ask if this job is going to work alongside my arts practice and I say it will and anyway I need the money. It turns out she can see the dead people in the room. She can see their spirits. So there is a sensitivity to her work though it is gruesome. I am very happy I have this job and later I made a video for Instagram. I am in a huge, lovely flat with my dad and his partner. There is a great view which I try to get on camera but it turns into the Sistine Chapel. My brother and his partner are sitting on a pew somewhere in the chapel and I ask them questions. 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