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42 Dreams A GRAPHIC RIDDLE

ILENE SEGALOVE 42 Dreams A GRAPHIC RIDDLE I S E D I T I O N S

COPYR IG HT 2 0 2 2 B Y IL EN E S EG AL OV E I ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours AL L R IG HT S R ESERV ED RZ 2 1 ST C EN T U RY B O O K S B Y IL EN E SEG AL OV E 2 Dreams 3 Dreams 61 Dreams 42 Dreams Mom Dad Stumbling Blocks

WHAT ARE THE RULES To the other side A dangerous bridge I am thrilled A woman s hand gives me a sheet of paper with an unreadable list I am confused In the dark Let s dance Get a snakeskin suitcase Fast It is deeper out here I realize I am missing my body I have no road map Later a shaggy dog enters the room I remember this Honesty Wrong Pay the bill It s a real problem I open a book by Jung On a plane with a strange sculpture both Indian and Angel Art crap Only You plays in the background The man who killed J F K is in my house

I try to make some pancakes and bacon Out of control This is my party Upside down Told Do not make art out of fear I want to redo the house Endure trashcan shatter I am stuck under water I know for a fact Q tips are deadly Gravity Games Gasps All Shatter Evil owls melt your heart Pizza please Lick Flapping in the wind I whistle Dixie Let s go Afraid ooze cigarette butts Toothless blue goo Puzzled What is a three letter word for creepy An accident Finally on track Begin the Beguine Hit the mark A puddle 4 handsome men Bullshit Loud Sure it is chronic Blindsided Try the device Your dream should have a darker baseline Bounce I better report this No shadow Oh oh Maybe it is high noon A puppy and orange ball roll into the palm of my hand Dead frogs I wait A gold ring on my finger I ask What are the rules

TO T HE OTHER S ID E

UN R EA DABL E

IN T HE DA R K

L ET S DA NCE

FA S T

I T I S D EEP ER OUT HERE

I REMEMBER T HIS

HONES TY

W RONG

PAY T HE BIL L

A RT CR AP

ONLY YOU

PA N C AK ES A ND BACON

T H IS IS MY PART Y

U P S ID E D OW N

HOUS E

EN D UR E

D EA D LY

S HATT ER

MELT YOUR HEART

P IZZA P L EAS E

L ICK

FL A PP ING IN T HE W IND

AF R A ID

OOZE

C I GAR ET TE BUT TS

TOOT HL ES S

BL UE GOO

P UZZL ED

A N ACCID ENT

FI NAL LY ON TR ACK

B EGIN THE BEGUINE

A P UD D L E

BUL L S HIT

TOO L OUD

BL IN D S ID ED

TRY T HE D EV ICE

DA R KER

OH OH

PUPPY

D EA D F ROGS

WH AT A R E THE RUL ES

These dreams are verbal visual reports They are grabbed or caught directly from the front Wherever that is I call that place Shut Eye It exists somewhere in the undermind I did NOT dream these word pictures up I DID dream these The dreams are sequential if that is applicable to dreams Somehow they appear as a chain of events They were dreamt night after night but with many nights in between of no memory Their order as they appear were remembered as they appear I would wake up Immediately freeze my memory as prose triggers Then quickly transpose to imagery They all came out as cartoons A sub narrative of word whispers was pulled out of the body of the prose Then a pseudo awake narrative storyline seemed to appear When wide awake it is difficult to not impose structure or look for clues Is this a riddle A graphic dream novel A memoir Perhaps these word whispers hold the key to the meaning of the dreams and dream sequence Or not IL ENE S EGA L OVE

ILENE SEGALOVE is a conceptually driven CONCEPTION TEXT IMAGES multi media artist who bounces between ILENE SEGALOVE multiple platforms From photographic and video narratives to audio commentaries for NPR from academia as professor and mentor BOOK DESIGN JOHN BALKWILL to book editor and writing consultant she is also the author of numerous quirky books Her work is collected by many noteworthy institutions including The MET MOMA The Getty LACMA The Hammer and MOCA Segalove lives in Santa Barbara California with infinite succulents and no living pets MMXXII