MIRIAD is currently endeavoring to Map the Dreamworld.
The project asks; “Are dreams affected by your location?” and “Is there a dream world aligned with the real world?”
Through a series of interviews and surveys with the general public, MIRIAD is charting dreams upon a series of maps and diagrams in a bid to identify correlations between dreams and the location of the dreamers.
You can get involved by completing a dream survey here
View the current map of Dreams here
View the map of dream emotions here
Dreams will be interpreted as paintings where possible and uploaded here as I complete them.
everything happens based on contingency. past-present-future are not separate but coexisted.
The world was ending. We were being attacked by some unknown source – a war between humans, or possibly aliens. ….. Reassured by his smooth demeanor, we walked together down to the beach, and sat on top of Devil’s rock, as we often did in the summer during sunsets. With a view of ocean surround us, I saw the enemy attackers making their way into our shores. There were huge, military-looking vessels.The blue sky was being taken over by reds, orange, peaches, and all sorts of colours I never knew existed. There was perfectly vertical smoke rising from the enemy. My boyfriend took my hand, and we waited. Even though life was about to end, I didn’t feel scared at all anymore – rather, I felt perfectly at peace, just waiting.
I once dreamt I turned into a tree. The twigs became my veins and they grew and grew pushing out through my skin and sprouting leaves – that one was a little scary.
sucked into an angry God’s blinding hellfire. Family and friends screaming all the way.
‘I discovered a very important historical village way up high in Slovenian Mountains. The village was from the 17th Century but there were cars in on the street and modern urban people mixed with old school fashion and horses as well. on one side of the mountain a friendly hairy monster was there to protect the village with his fire balls’
‘this is a dream that would come to me in high school, always just a little bit differently but mostly the same. we were in a meadow, me and a curly haired boy I sort of lusted over. We were in this meadow, and he would follow me, sometimes taking pictures. The meadow turned into a field; with very tall grass or wheat or something. I was running, and I would sometimes look behind me to see him running behind, still taking photos. Then sometimes he wouldn’t be there. Then he wasn’t there and I couldn’t find him.This is where I’d wake up.’
I am obligated to explore and intricate house, mansion really, that is composed of many houses I have lived in, all attached. The wallpaper is beautifully organic, crawling with all manner of life, insects, leaves, flowers, small creatures. The house often contains slides and ramps, dumb waiters and laundry chutes. Eventually I fly the hell out of there, straight through the roof.
Very vivid dream of coming out the back door of the house, with the dog on a leash, and winding our way through a kind of set of tunnels and bridges carved into the snow along the side yard, to get to the street. Out front of the house, there was more yard and a much larger tree, and a wall of snow and ice along the edge of the road, two stories high. More. Taller than the houses, and the imagined tree. This wall had presumably been left by snowplows and shovelling efforts, over time, and had now almost totally frozen over. It was very tall and straight and my little black Versa was buried underneath. There was a skinny path cut through, from my yard to the street, and I hesitated, thinking that this thing was actually dangerous — chunks of ice could break off and fall on my head, or wouldn’t the whole wall eventually crash down on the house?eventually crash down on the house?’
‘I have a large bowl of delicious icecream. I am talking and laughing with a male friend. We are enjoying ourselves. The mood is light and carefree. I lean forward trying to spoon some of the icecream into my friend’s mouth… because we are laughing it is difficult and silly. I rock back and some of the icecream slips off the spoon onto my cleavage. I am warm and the icecream is cold. It startles me, taking my breath away and I wake up.’
I have this recurring dream where my teeth getting looser and falling out. Often mutliple teeth at once, to the point where I know they are all going to fall out. I am both chewing and gagging on them all at once at the back of my throat and I can taste the blood, warm and metallic, in my mouth. Its hard to breathe and I don’t want to or can’t spit them out. I put my tongue the holes in my gums where the teeth used to be and am trying to repress a sense of panic as I tell myself that it’s not that bad and the dentist can fix it. I am always alone in this dream, and there is no one around to help me or witness what is happening to me.
Few details- dreamt I was preparing to smoke my last cigarette.
myself and a friend were atop a desert mountain, next to a billowing canyon. the sky was orangey-blue but everything else was golden. there was a strange creature, kind of like a bear, that wanted to fight with my friend. my friend is a man and has long dark hair, piercing blue eyes. the bear was almost human like—-it wasn’t wild and somehow made clear what was to happen before starting to attack my friend. only one could make it off the mountain. to the side, a fjord. a freaky desert canyon. the bear fell in but we knew it would from the get go. i climbed back down alone and at the bottom a very important figure was waiting. he took off his shoes and gave them to me.
I often have dreams where I am crossing a bridge above a river and I have a strong desire to just jump into the water, no matter how dangerous it is below or how far of a drop it is…
Rapid changes of scene, presence of former lovers not seen in decades, usually their faces are blank. Am required to do something by each- never succeeded in so doing and run to a train/ bus where i meet people from now who point at me.
I exit a small wooden house. The house is surrounded by a dark green forest. I walk through the forest. The trees thin and the ground becomes more hilly. I run down the hill and each step grows larger, farther apart. Eventually one step is enough to launch me off the hillside and I can float to the bottom.
“The setting was an apartment that resembled my own, except the colors of it were bright, but yet subdued. It reminded me of watching a sunset through really effective sunglasses. The room was just bare walls, with a bed in the middle, where my partner was watching me as I entered through the only door. I was just getting into bed with my her, and she looked at me with disgust: “”Can you clean your face!””
I was confused, for she had never asked me this before.
I walked to the bathroom and looked into the mirror to see that half of my face had been painted with silver paint. It was a very thick paint and where applied it gleamed like metal. “
I am Thor. I don’t totally know this. Actually I look like a 12 year old boy but I am Thor. My brother is with me and looks like himself. We have to journey for a long time through a very detailed landscape with mountains, rivers, forests, meadows, etc. I protect my brother from things that appear with my trusty lightning bolt (it’s metal or something – very sharp). I have a helmet with wings! We get tired and go to sleep on a mossy mound…then it starts moving and I realized it’s the big toe of a sleeping giant who makes up the whole landscape! He gets mad, because we wake him up, and to save my brother I stab the giant in the eye with the lightning bolt. Then the clouds part and we get carried up to the land of the gods by some kind of tractor beam of celestial energy, and they throw me a big party for being a crazy hero. I have had this dream off and on since I was a small (female!) child…
I’m sitting in a big steel birdcage that’s hanging from the edge of a rocky cliff, looking out at the ocean. The sky is dark, cloudy, and grey, it’s really windy and cold, and as I look out at the horizon, this huge red and orange Chinese dragon rises up from the waves and hovers next to my cage. He whispers all these horrible things to me about how all of my loved ones are far away over the sea and they’re all dying, and there’s nothing I can do. So i just sit in the cage and stare at the ocean until I wake up.
I was a 1930s detective, tracking this woman in a series of cement tunnels. But I was a man, which I am not in real life. I had a penis, and I really enjoyed how it bounced around in my pants as I ran after her.
I was about 10 or 11 and spend much time in my grandmother’s garden, helping her plant and weed. My only dream of that time, which I’ve had often, was of us in her vegetable garden and both of us in our rain gear, with a soft rain falling and each of us continuing to weed and dig. We were enjoying watching the light rain fall around us and on the leaves of the carrots, turnips and potatoes, peas and rhubarb. In my dream I was loving the time and space enfolding us in that garden. There was a special light shining through the rain to where we worked and chatted. Everyone else had gone inside and we were out alone and working even as the rain got more intense. It created an extra special bond as we seemed to be the only ones in the whole community outside in the rain because both of us were loving working as the warm rain shrouded us..
“For all of my adult I have had reoccuring dreams about tornadoes. It usually involves myself and a family member. It is always set in the St. John’s area and always somewhere that I know intimately, downtown, Pippy Park etc.. The settings are surreal with a much stronger urban feel, almost futuristic.’
“This is a dream I had several times as a child.
The dream begins in a creepy abandoned carnival. I’m lost and wandering. I suddenly find myself in a cavernous black space with a wooden swing in it – I can’t see any walls or where the long ropes of the swing go to. I’m swinging faster and faster and can’t stop or get down. As I swing I can see ghoulish faces swirling in the dark. I then see myself from outside my body and realize that my own face is changing as I swing – not into a ghouls face but my features are continuously distorting as I move. I know it is caused by the swinging but I am still unable to stop. I wake up before I stop swinging.
What is funny to me looking back is that what I was most afraid of in the dream was not the ghouls but how mad my mom would be when she saw my face.”
‘The dream started with me and my partner just grocery shopping. In one of the isles(the floors were bright yellow as was the lighting) a woman offers me a sample saying it is mine. On the plate is a small doll, I look to my partner and we are both surprised, confused and excited. I look back at the doll and it is now just a hand with tiny yellow flowers around it. The hand moves and I hold its hand in mine. I realize the child is mine. My partner and I have been waiting for a child and this is it. The hand is now a real baby girl in a cart with a yellow handle.’
“well i had one where every where i go i got bitten by a black widow. i think that’s mostly it.i know one part when i got bitten by a black widow it was at my mom’s and her families old house. i think that’s it.
(told to me by a six year old boy)”
“I walk into a warehouse and there is a conveyor belt with all these tiny things that used to be big. They are miniatures of actual things in my life. Houses I’ve been inside. Cars I’ve driven in. I walk over and pick them up and they are heavy. Just as heavy as they would be if they were real-life sized. I climb up onto the conveyor belt and it falls away and I am falling and floating and trying to grab on to nothing. There are nude people all around me in little bubbles, falling as well. They aren’t people that I know. I remember them as being very diverse. All shapes and colours and the women all have long, long hair.
I usually wake up without ever landing or ever having a conclusion.’
I am at least 8 feet tall, riding a skateboard down the steepest hills of St John’s – Carter’s Hill, Prescott Street, Barter’s Hill being the most vivid. As I jump from the bottom of Carter’s Hill to the top of Barter’s Hill I can see a gang of other very tall skateboarders – turns out they are dinosaurs. They are clumbsy yet are going much much faster than me down the hills. They snarl and hiss at me, almost mocking me or taunting me. I feel afraid yet I don’t want to look like a pussy. I’m watching the dinos come speeding from behind me, not looking where I’m going, fall off my skateboard and wake up before I crash into the ground.
Re-occurring dream : I arrive in New City without money and no where to stay. Many time’s I am walking on a bridge which I feel is the Brooklyn bridge. I am excited to be in New York but fearful that I am penniless. I have had this dream off and on for twenty years. Last time, I dreamt I had twenty dollars so I guess that is an improvement.
‘Everyday experiences with a lost love one.’
”I always have recurring settings in my dreams. Always different plot but setting usually the same. The most prominent being a school. It reminds me of my elementary school. Though some times its not even used as a school depending on the dream. But the walls, the paint, the lay out, I know its a school. The dreams always have me twisting and turning in this building, avoiding different things or trying to find different things in each dream. When ever I leave the building I come across and old house thats a hospital. This building is something from my past. When I was young id visit my nan in harbour breton. They had this run down house they used as a hospital. When it closed down and they built a proper hospital some of the kids tried to convince me to break into it. Telling me about abortion tables in the basement. I never went in and avoided that place untill they finally ripped it down. In my dream I always just stare at it, knowing I need to go in but I am to scared. The other thing that shows up in my dream is an old church. I know ive seen this church in person but I can not remember where or when. Ive actually gone out trying to find it. An old white church with a small steeple. In my dream I see it and then when I look again its gone. I still to this day have no idea what connection it all has.”
‘I met a bear. I really loved the bear. The bear really loved me. The bear was brown and kind. After awhile, we broke up. Then I met another bear. Funny thing was – he was the same bear! So we broke up again. Then I met a boy. A real boy. ‘ (5 yr old girl)
‘A floating cottage adrift at sea. I am on the deck hanging out with my brother as the world floods around us. Not much to do about it, we’re not really scared, just like ‘well there we go! what can we do?’ We understand that there is only as much food as there are in the cupbords, but thats ok. We just float around, everything is pretty quiet although it has flooded everywhere. We dont think that we’re going to run into anyone else either. there is ocean for as far as the eye can sea. ‘
There’s a house I’ve been to many times. The first time I was in this house, I found a secret roof passageway to a large abandoned theatre, with large velvet curtains and many empty, destroyed seats. Every time I go back to the house, even if it is a different house (it has changed since I moved to St. John’s, become more wooden), I always find the theatre. Sometimes the curtains are yellow, sometimes blue, sometimes red. Sometimes there are old artifacts in display cases. But it the same secret passageway, and the same theatre.
”Large buttercup yellow, two story salt box house with brown trim……… with grasses, and tall purple flowers, with many types of trees, mainly coniferous, though some deciduous. One evergreen towers at the edge above all the others.Often no story, though a variety of visitors, which vary from dream to dream, though the place is the same. Time is spent out doors, often in the meadows of tall flowers. The sun is beaming, and somewhat blinding, bringing bursts of white light which creates a stark contrast from the shadows of the forest. Time seems still though the wind creates great movement amongst the lush variety of life. Shadows bring a sense of dread and seem to battle against the light. ”
The longer I’m awake the less I can recall. In my dream I found out or was told that my eight year old son had died. It was very intense emotionally. I woke up with tears streaming down my face. I’m in the middle of reconnecting with him after a year, and things are presently shifting. When I awoke I took it to be a sign of change and healing, although I had been shaken by the dream
”Octopus wrapped around a car that has fallen off signal hill, which is decorated with alchemical canons (nigredo, albedo, rubedo), windows leaking water, becomes a ruined and haunted underwater city in which i am drowning but in love with a figure like a marine Circe or Hecate.”
Like falling and flying at the same time, I am enveloped by the night sky, but I can see everything below, just for a minute.
Each dream would scare me and I’d awake, but when I fell asleep again, the same dream would return, frighten me greatly, and I’d awake again. As I recall, the dream was very realistic, set in Nan’s house with my family sleeping in the various bedrooms, as they actually were. Then there would be a great deal of noise coming from my Great Uncle’s bedroom, and there we would find this blue devil lording over my Great Uncle. The figure was blue-skinned with dark hair and a pointy beard, ‘
“This is a childhood dream. I climb the stairs of my home. I turn left and discover a figure with a cowboy hat looking at a photo album on the couch. The figure turns towards me. I see that he is a cartoon cowboy. He looks me dead in the eyes while pointing emphatically at a picture in the album and exclaims: “”This is a picture of YOU””
‘I have had multiple dreams about bears. They’re not all the same, but slightly similar in that I am fearful of them, they are coming to get me, but at the end of the dreams I feel soul-happy. In one dream there were two polar bears chasing me in my hometown (B3Z1J7- Nova Scotia)– I ended up running through a maze of wooden walls to get to a cabin door that was supposed to open up to my house. In another dream, grizzly bears were searching for my sister and I in a very large yet enclosed barren field. The grizzley bears could talk– or I could hear their thoughts.
‘I can see enormous eel-like creatures writhing just under the surface, the water broiling with their movements……. I can see a strange glow below me, but without any light it is impossible to tell how far away it is. It could be meters or miles. I am being sucked down towards it at a slow steady pace, without swimming or exerting any effort…….It is emanating from two squid-like creatures, the tips of their tentacles pointing towards each other…….. I can sense that whatever energy exists between these two creatures, in the space between their bodies, it is the most horrifying, evil thing/place in all of existence. I am terrified, and struggle to swim away to no avail. The creatures loom, gargantuan in front of me, and I am being slowly sucked into the vortex of terror between them.’