Box of Dreams
A series of dreams 2007-2011 (mostly 2009) by Jenny Badger Sultan
I was part of a dream art group in the East Bay and needed a way to bring my dream art to the meetings on BART. Since many of my paintings are very large and difficult to transport, I began making these small separate paintings on scraps of canvas and carrying them in a wooden box I had constructed.
For a long time I’ve had many pieces of unstretched canvas on which I do a lot of random experimentation with texture and color. When there was a dream image I wanted to paint I’d look at these pieces and select an area that reflected the mood of the dream and then cut it out and use it as a basis for the small painting. Starting on a surface that already contained color and texture helped me get past the moment of hesitation and shyness that one feels when faced with a blank canvas.
I really liked having them as separate pieces you can hold in your hand or lay out on a table in different configurations. This was different than stitching them together as I’d done in Fluid Dream Connections.
As is mentioned in one of the dreams, during the time I tried my experiment, Jung's famous illuminated dream-journal, the Red Book, was finally published (after only a century!) I do not think this was a coincidence.
I was compiling my own Red Book. Or Blue Box.
--Jenny Badger Sultan
Both the dream and this little painting come from an earlier time. I am given a dehydrated package of dried snake to insert in my vagina. Inside it will unfold and come to life.
At the time, I saw this as a positive Kundalini energy image, but after my surgery and lymphoma experience I wondered if it indicated a problem in my abdominal area. Could it be related to my later rattlesnake dream? (2009/3/15)
Tony Digs Up the Red Earth
This was dreamed on my birthday, but in the dream it was Thanksgiving.
My mother wants my brother Tony to come help with the heavy kitchen tasks. He is out in back, digging up dark red earth under the trees. He is angry and annoyed at being asked to stop.
Tony was often the adventurous troublemaker in the family, stirring things up--here he is excavating the red earth which is valuable, a source of life, creativity.
Dad Falls Asleep at the Podium
My dad is onstage, behind a podium. He is supposed to speak. But I see him falling asleep. I try to rouse him, but I also fall asleep!
Later I find he has been taken to a bed to rest.
Maybe a relaxation of the father archetype (critical faculty?)
A Fire Entirely Without Heat
A young friend of ours is learning how to weld from his father. He is welding a sink and a watering can together--two vessels that hold water. He is enveloped in a red glow but is not burned.
This dream came on September 11, and shows the need for regulating our fire, our heat, our anger in a way that is constructive and does not destroy.
Two Gorillas in the Field
I saw two gorillas in a field. One waves to me; then they come toward me. It is a little scary but exciting.
Seeing them is a very meaningful soul encounter. Gorillas are maybe the most important animals to me.
I am given a gift of "nibbling fruits" A ritual in an indigenous community. I am honored by this gift. These fruits were for me alone, not for others.
I knew the dream meant I'd been feeding everyone but me.
Hank and the Bengal Tiger
Another animal encounter. We are at a party. My husband Hank was sitting outside. I went out and found him facing a tiger! I am alarmed--is this dangerous? I worry "Should I inform someone?" as I often do.
But Hank is a Leo. They're both big cats. They'll get along.
2009/3/15 (the same night as Will I be bitten?) In the camp women are weaving mats. Will I try it?
I was puzzled by this part of the dream. Later, I came to see it as symbolizing the healing of the open wound after my abdominal surgery. Over the course of time I got to observe it changing from a large open incision to a beautifully closed line. I also see the weaving as the web of love and support I felt from my family and friends during this time.
Will I be bitten by a rattlesnake if we sleep in the caves?
On a camping trip, a friend, who has had lymphoma for several years, suggests we sleep in the caves. I am apprehensive, sense danger, but then feel it will be all right, that I will be able to get medical help if I am bitten.
In retrospect this seems like a precognitive dream about the lymphoma which showed up in an abdominal surgery May 28.
Little Brown Rabbits in the Meadow
We visit a friend. Her home is ramshackle, with trees growing through the walls. But she invites us to see the glorious view out the window.
This was dreamed on the Spring Equinox, a day when the Obamas announced they were putting in a vegetable garden at the White House. A celebration of spring, life, growth. Also, I'd been out walking in Chain of Lakes (in Golden Gate Park) and seen dozens of rabbits; I also saw some Asian art with rabbits
My design for the Inside of the Dome
No one is paying attention to my design (for the dome of a place like City Hall), so I decide to leave.
On the way out, I meet a woman who will actually be the one to make the choice and she seems very responsive to my design.
Being quiet and leaving the contentious competitive process actually leads to success.
There's a Bear in the Museum
It seems positive, the large animal in the museum.
But I do feel I have to warn people.
I look down at my foot and see this large crevasse. This image combines two health concerns--the open wound from my surgery and the strange deformation of my toes which worries me.
Later in the Day, We Will Cross Over to the Inner City
2009/7/16 (the day before my first chemotherapy treatment)
We were in a city and I know that later in the day, we will cross over the water to the inner city. The city was Jerusalem, but it was moated between the outer and inner city.
Crossing over made me think of my death--that I was facing my death, but realized that it was not yet time.
The inner city also seemed like my soul center, that I was making preparations to enter that centered place.
German at the Door
This young German man shows up at my door. Why did I invite him? Where will he sleep? And he has brought along two large dogs.
He may be the young Carl Jung, who was big and intimidating, not the sensitive man seen in the photos of his old age.
The fact that he is accompanied by two dogs reminds me of a dream from 40 years ago about Dr. Jung's dogs. I invited him, yet was uncomfortable when he arrived.
When I dreamed this I'd just learned that Jung's "Red Book", his dream-journal, would at last be published; so I think this signals the re-entry of Jung's ideas into my life.
We go out of a house one by one onto a field of billowing white cloth to receive something that will be part of our costumes.
My friend Verity is given beautiful wings. I am jealous.
Yet I'm also aware that they might symbolize angel wings, and thus my concern for her declining health.
In a tall glass room this rather classical male torso is floating, like a Herm on a plinth of air in a tower with a dome like the Pantheon.
Someone asks "Is it floating there, or is it stable?"
I reply, "it's floating."
A puzzling image. Representing Hermes, the psychopomp, protector of the crossroads?
"Look up, Joe!"
A dream of wonder.
My son-in-law and I are wandering in a beautiful landscape where people are enjoying themselves. The vision of the high peak with the waterfall is astonishing.
I am on a steep mountain with Laura, sliding down, grabbing clumps of plants.
I ask her "Do you want to have another child?"
A meditation on pregnancy.
Also, even when things seem dire and dangerous, grabbing onto the green plants can slow the falling.
Pigeon with a Head like Queen Victoria
A pigeon with a head like Queen Victoria keeps fastening onto my clothing with its beak...
I associate this dream with the myth of the Harpy.
Men in Robes Appear
A party. There’s food. We’ve been eating, then washing dishes. I look in the fridge, discover a box with a dessert in it, also a few more pieces of crumb cake. I bring these out. Then someone comes in with a birthday cake for a young boy and we all sing, “Happy Birthday.”
There is a long dark corridor leading to the front door. Against the light of the open door I see the silhouettes of men in robes who are entering. There’s a Middle Eastern feeling to them. This is unexpected, but one of the men is the father of the birthday boy. I think this is special...