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Characters who can't always be trusted. Because they often don't see the difference between sound and noise, between countryside and abandoned building, between fiction and reality.
I explore sound, speak languages and talk to strangers. This is my work.
AIR Member. www.cristinamarras.com
I had that dream again.
At first it is all dark around me, then I see a red light in the distance.
I do not know what it is, it could be the eye of an evil creature. But then, as I walk into the darkness, I realise that the light is not round - or maybe it was round, but it has morphed, as things often change in dreams.
As I get closer, I realise that the red light spells a word: ON AIR. Now I see it clearly. It is a recording studio, but it is underground. I mean, this could just be any normal windowless studio, but I know - as people instinctively just know in a dream - I know that I am beneath the surface, that above me there are layers of stone, concrete, lead, and dirt. I walk, but I cannot hear my steps because the sound is swallowed up by the darkness around.
Now I am in front of the studio door, and I can hear a voice. Someone is talking, and soon I realise that it is me speaking into the mic. I cannot understand what I am saying, and I struggle to understand, because I know that what I am saying is important. But no matter how much I try, nothing, I cannot make out the meaning. Frustrated, I start banging my fists against the door.
That is when I usually wake up.
I do not know what this dream could mean. I am not a dream expert, and, frankly, reality is already complicated as it is, no need for me to make it even more so by trying to interpret the secret meaning of a recurring dream.
What I do know, is that I have another long day ahead of me, so, if you’ll excuse me, I better go. Up we go, ready to step outside.