the archive of dreams

Several years ago, in a time of personal upheaval, I began having thematically cohesive dreams - the same characters returning night after night, and imagery which felt strangely specific and meaningful. I began to think of these images as my companions, and these characters sculpturally, as vessels which contained and embodied my emotions. It was clear that I needed an architecture for my grief, a place for it to live and be held by something larger than myself. You can access the full archive, including the transcribed series of dreams, for free on my substack.