2026 DREAM ART EXHIBIT
And now, we are pleased to give you the 2026 Dream Art Exhibit for your viewing pleasure. Come see the art in person, where it really shines, in the Star Dust Lounge June 13-17th
Stardust Lounge Dream Art Exhibition hours
Saturday, June 13, 8:30-11:00 pm, during opening reception
Sunday, June 14, 12- 7:15 pm
Monday, June 15, 12- 11 pm- Art Reception 9-11pm
Tuesday, June 16, 12:30- 8 pm
Wednesday, June 17, 9-11 am
Submit your ballot for People’s Choice Award by 9:00 pm on June 15th, before the Art Reception at the Stardust Lounge Dream Art Exhibition.
Scroll below to see the art individually or watch the YouTube video here
Dafna Mordecai | Portal Travel -Traversing The Higher Dimensional Realms
11” x 14”
Mixed Media: Watercolor, Gouache, Acrylic
NFS-Prints Available, Contact Artist
DREAM
In a Lucid dream-teaching delivered to my consciousness, I discovered that traversing vast dimensions beyond time and space requires matching your frequency to your desired destination — activating the Living Codes that already live within me. The dreamer floats out through the portal within a portal, riding the vibrational wave, still held in the Dream State — moving effortlessly into higher dimensional realms. The Golden light receives her. Golden rivers and luminous landscapes bloom around her arrival. This is the remembrance of the sacred technology of Portal Travel: raising our frequency as the key to traversing the Divine realms.
April Philips | The Ocean is Calling My Name
8” x 10”
Watercolor and Gouache
$325
DREAM
This dream was a beautiful sunset of pink gold and purples over the ocean with myself sitting on the beach looking out to the horizon while feeling like I was floating on a cloud above. Levitating and soaring above the earth. Never had this type of dream before.
I recently started a dream journal this year so doing dream inspired art from a dream journal, as these three art pieces are is new to my art process. I did some study into dream symbols before I began and some exploring of dream interpretations.
April Philips | Reflection of the Soul
5” x 5”
Watercolor and Metallic Paint
$250
DREAM
My husband and I won tickets to travel anywhere but had to fly up a mountain to pick them out of a huge eagle’s nest to have them. Once we arrived it was dark but the view across the valley was of the moon rising between the peaks. The golden reflection of the moon was captured in the lake below. It was so spectacular that we danced in the moonlight.
Amanda Lux | The Hanged Owl: Wisdom
36” x 24”
Acrylic on Canvas
$2500
DREAM
In a night dream, I was guiding my dream students through the forest, teaching them to read dreams through signs in the natural world. I told them the next animal we encountered would offer a key. In that moment, a white owl flew into a tree before us, tangled in a nylon stocking, hanging upside down.
From The Healer’s Journey Dream Oracle Deck, this image carries a paradox: wisdom caught, perception inverted, insight arriving through disruption. This card speaks to moments when clarity comes through disorientation, ultimately asking us to surrender and lean into the mystery.
Akasha Morgan | Innerstate-555
36” x 36”
Acrylic on canvas
NFS
DREAM
I became enthralled with Americana and the desert, and specifically the experience of being alone and immersed in an endless and revealing road. I included dreamlike symbols such as a cheeseburger and fries, a pink neon sign arrow, a windmill, and a vintage digital alarm clock. I distorted the colors of each object, as well as the scale, to further indicate this was not waking life, or “reality.” Symbolically, I was influenced by my background knowledge of dreams and altered states of consciousness. The endless road of my dreams and visions leads me to contemplate pathways, directions, and choices.
Akasha Morgan | Is This a Dream?
24” x 36”
Acrylic, gouache on canvas
$444
DREAM
Directly inspired by a dream I had driving and discovering different dimensions and layers of reality, each segment of this painting contains a different dream, combined to create a new dream altogether. When I drive in my dreams, I don’t always know where I’m going or if I’ll end up where I wanted to go. The question mark on the steering wheel symbolizes the mystery I feel in where my dream travels take me.
Rosie Taylor | Dhanyavaad
18.5” x14”
Monotype, with acrylic, gouache, colored pencil and metal foil on Paper
$850
DREAM
The January atmosphere in India was thick with smoke and orange air. We drove south until the haze lifted and the blankets of mustard fields covered landscapes. The freeway cut its way through countrysides until we slowed to crawl as we approached a toll booth. There, with no camera, I committed to memory the sight of some giggling girls in the back seat of a creeping car next to us and beyond to the mustard fields with a dirt path nestles amongst them. A pink Hindu prayer temple, humble in structure, but
mighty in memory.
Nancy Grace | Untitled
16” x 16”
Giclee print on archival paper
$100
DREAM
I see an image made of two intersecting black lines which create four quadrants, and there is a grey disc in each of the quadrants. The disc in the upper left quadrant is lighter in color than the others, and I understand this is because it’s been turned over. I also understand that each disc represents a relationship issue, and that the turned-over disc indicates one of the issues has forward-moving energy around it. I feel happy relief, a warm, positive feeling, the sense that something has been given a green light.
Dierdre Barrett | Untitled
Triptych – 18”
Digital photocollage
NFS
DREAM
From just after my mother had died. I was outside the church where her funeral had taken place which has these tall stark bare trees around. There were crows circling and they seem very ominous. I went into the church and my mother was there seated in a pew even though she had died. It was like seeing the walking dead there in the church. Then I was aware of the menacing birds and just sort of a sense of mortality sweeping down through my maternal line: great grandmother, grandmother, mother and I all in this sequence..
Mara Flynn | Swirling Phoenixes
20” x 20”
Digital art printed on metal. AI assisted.
$3000
DREAM
This dream gathers me into firelight and flight. I stand in a sky of swirling flames, encircled by phoenixes—each one a facet of my inner states. Awe rises as memories and visions flare into motion. The central phoenix burns brightest, pulsing with rebirth. I feel fierce and tender at once, held between surrender and awakening. Mountains and clouds dissolve into luminous rhythm. I am not merely witnessing; I am entering. The dream teaches that endings are beginnings, beauty is forged in fire, and transformation is a rhythm I am learning to inhabit.
Celia Coolidge | “Dad! It’s All SPACE!”
16” x 20”
Framed photograph of mixed media collage using canvas, poster board, and photographs. $300
DREAM
In the dream I am out walking at night with my dad under the starry sky. It’s magnificent! There are mountains in the distance and what seem at first to be pools of water reflecting the stars above. But I quickly realize it’s not water I’m looking at! It’s Outer Space Too! This excites me! I yell, ‘Dad! It’s All SPACE!’
Betsy Davids | Books & Changes: A Dream Story
Video: 11:11 https://vimeo.com/1182844014
NFS
DREAM
The text of Books & Changes: A Dream Story was written by Betsy Davids from eight of her dreams with the aim of tracking the long term trajectory of a dream life over several years. Reenactments of key moments from the dreams were then photographed by James Petrillo to create the image sequence. Many performances of Books & Changes were presented with live voice and projected images in various art venues in the later 1970s. An artist book version was also produced. This digital video version was completed in 2026.
Kelli Welsh | Aurora
6.5 “ x 5” x 1.5”
Ceramic
NFS
DREAM
This mask is of similar likeness to an ally created in EMDR sessions named Aurora . She also showed up in a vivid dream where she acted as a guide to accompanied me through different locations and biomes which carried different emotions and energies. Similar allies have shown up in meditative journeys as well as general archetypes throughout different cultures. This was an interesting crossover from my experience in EMDR, spiritual healing, and the involuntary processing our minds volunteer us for while we dream. We are forever connecting the dots within.
Stephen Kekule | Dreaming
24” x 9”
Clay, Fabric, Paper, Wood, Steel, Acrylic Paint
$800
DREAM
The dreaming mind though removed from the body is still partially connected to the world we perceive in wakefulness. It experiments with varying scenarios, exploring that which has been, is, and could be. It plays with symbology and metaphor. At its best, it is uninhibited and free to wander; it is open to discovery and potential outcomes. It can be a great ally.
Dreaming explores that part of the self that is free of the constraints of the physical body and is able to pass through the portals of other realms. It is our link to those states of being.
Stephen Kekule | Two Fish in a Waterfall
16” x 12”
Acrylic Paint, Wood, Canvas
$400
DREAM
One morning I was recalling an impression of a dream. As I developed the connection, I was astonished to see the dream’s resemblance to my ancestor’s (Friedrich August Kekule) dream of a snake coiled around and biting its own tail which led directly to the discovery of the molecular structure of benzene, the Benzene Ring.
My own dream did not lead to such acclaim, but it did serve to open my eyes wider and confirm the very real link to other realms that provide useful insight into our existence and well-being. The infinite is approachable!
Lori Wells | The Hair of the Jaguar
24” x 16”
Paper, yarn, embroidery thread, beads, gouache, archival glue, illustration board, felt
$750
DREAM
I enter an elder woman’s apartment and I am surprised to find an unusual pet. Is it a shark? A snake? When I get closer, I see a small black jaguar. She says, “please take him home for the evening.” Once home, he wants a bath, so I put him in my large sink. Then I comb him carefully, saving each hair. I blend the hair with water, make a tea, and drink it. When I return the jaguar, the elder says she never thought to make jaguar tea. “Perhaps I will make you some one day,” I reply.
Lori Wells | Turning Airplanes into Animals
22” x 22”
Paper, embroidery thread, machine stitching, gouache, charcoal, felt, archival glue
$650
DREAM
It’s the end of the world. People are panicking. Maddie and I decide to go to our deaths making art. She lugs out heaps of clay. We start building sculptures of every living being we have known and cherished, those who are already gone and those who are about to be gone forever. People are yelling at us, saying we are foolish. But Maddie puts on her determined face and keeps going. I am crying as I sculpt. The sky is dark and I see bombs dropping. There’s nowhere to run. So, we stay. And keep on making art.
Marion Ruta Segal | The Vision
24″ x 24″
Mixed Media Collage printed on silk
$260
DREAM
In the realm between the ancient and the modern, between dream and reality exists a fertile space where visions are planted as seeds in our subconscious mind and grow into matter with conscious tending.
Julie Nauman-Mikulski | Dream Koan: The Cruel Blind Crow
15” x 15”
Oil paint and gold pigment on board
NFS
DREAM
I am being attacked by a huge blind crow. She flies at my face, claws first, trying to steal my eyes.
Karla Holland-Scholer | Bird Ladies Birthday
13.5″ x 12.5″ x 2”
Ceramic and oil paint
$850
DREAM
I had a series of dreams about being able to give birth in multiple ways. In the dream that inspired this piece I was told that I could “lay and egg.” I found this to be hilarious and I am sure it was a reference to a possible social mishap the day before. I often find that there is great humor in some of my dreams.
Marianne Goldyn | Ancestral Bloodline
20” x 20”
Sketching, drawing, acrylic paint, photography, digital print on metal with 3/4 insert frame and wire
$250
DREAM
While immersed in healing my ancestral lineages, my dreams filled with ancient symbols—turtles, DNA strands, and faceless forms spiraling through the night. At the center emerged a sacred labyrinth, a spiral of return drawing me inward to where ancestors gather and time loosens. A vertical axis formed—a spine between worlds—holding an archetypal figure both myself and beyond. Colors arrived intuitively, echoing blood, memory, and restoration. Each line and texture reflects the nonlinear nature of healing. This piece is an offering: a mandala of ancestral repair, where inherited wounds soften into wisdom and witnessing becomes liberation.
Gregg Weissman | The Great Circus of Life
12” x 18”
Digital art – Framed archival pigment print on exhibition fine art paper. AI assisted.
$300
DREAM
This is an interpretation of one of the most vivid dreams I ever had. The meaning was clear: life is a fantastic circus of elaborate celebrations, magical, divine, and joyous. A woman gazes down upon the scene as if a deity, with her ambiguous expression for the viewer to interpret. A network of organic patterns fades in over her features, a blend of the biological and the mystical.
Gregg Weissman | Orthogonal Water Leak
12” x 18”
Digital art – Framed archival pigment print on exhibition fine art paper. AI Assisted.
$300
DREAM
What do a leaking washing machine, a girlfriend, building columns, and foam insulation guns have in common? That they are so unrelated to each other their appearing in a single scene can only be the product of a dreaming mind. This is a rendition of a recent dream. The “story” was that I was investigating a washing machine leak one moment, then the next moment I was looking at these foam-gun like objects between two stone building pillars while my partner was chiding me for being dismissive of her “default settings” on the devices.
Veronica Coetzer | Thirteen Lions: The Field Between
20” x 30”
Digital artwork printed on Cotton Twill, 220gsm Composition: 100% Cotton. AI assisted.
$50
DREAM
“I dreamed I was walking through an open field, moving toward an unknown destination. Suddenly, thirteen old lions appeared. They were dying, yet they charged toward me with intensity, as if to consume me. The number thirteen is deeply connected to my parents, both of whom have passed. The lions felt like a powerful presence of memory and loss. Just as the moment became overwhelming, help arrived and drove them away. The dream revealed how grief can feel both fragile and forceful, and how support allows movement through it.” Lorraine’s Dream (My Sister)
Janna Mitchell | The Student Loan
22” x 30”
Watercolor and Gouache
NFS
DREAM
This painting emerges from my dream world, where guides revealed my inner obstacles as powerful, confrontable forms. The monsters symbolize fears around returning to graduate school—especially financial and emotional burdens—yet through dreaming, they became teachers rather than threats. The journey across the canvas reflects my healing process: moving from chaos and fear toward clarity, purpose, and transformation. Guided by an intuitive, deeply felt connection to the divine feminine, my dreams helped me reclaim strength and direction. This work honors how dream guidance supported my growth, leading me toward becoming a therapist grounded in empathy, self-awareness, and personal healing.
Naomi Kimmelman | White Tara at the Conference on the Sacred
24” x 18”
Multimedia (Marker, Colored Pencil, Acrylic paint and ink.
$1060 – Prints Available, Contact Artist
DREAM
I’m at a conference on The Sacred at a session on White Tara. There is a cd with a swirling nebula and a Yin Yang light mandala. Burnt orange, yellow, white and black.
I was captivated by the image. It felt deep, dark and powerful.
I’m playing with a mask. It was my own face. There were lines of raised bumps/acupuncture needles all over in an organized pattern.
I was in a trance. I took white cotton thread and wrapped it around certain needles. Tassels hung down the side of my lips. I felt the tooth crack.
Devin Good | The Shallow End
36” x 24”
Oil on Canvas
$1200
DREAM
I am having a dispute with a former friend, but I have a task assigned to me at this public pool that I’m neglecting because of my anger. It turns out, I was supposed to be watching some children to ensure they don’t drown — but I wasted so much time arguing that one of them drowns and bleeds out in the pool. I try to find blood bags to save him, but he dies in my arms.
Devin Good | A Rope Over An Abyss
36” x 24”
Oil on Canvas
$1200
DREAM
I am on a cliff’s face, looking for the ocean. Across from the foggy chasm is a castle on a hill. I find the ocean: it’s in the sky. I now need to find a way to get to the castle: suddenly, three red dragons emerge from the foggy abyss and I ride one towards the castle.
Scott Venners | A Healing Dream
23” x 52”
canvas, acrylic paint, wood
NFS
DREAM
I heard a cat crying in distress and stepped onto a terrace to see my cat stranded on a second-story windowsill. It moved down the wall effortlessly, like an insect, and halfway down transformed into a sickly goat with distended teeth, mangy fur, and foam at its mouth. As it approached, I felt fear and compassion at once. Then a strong goat rushed in and placed itself between us, protective and watchful. I telepathically communicated that I wanted the sickly goat to come closer. The strong goat’s expression seemed to say: “OK, I’ll follow your wishes. But are you sure?”
Walter Berry | Visiting the Night Gods
9”x 7.5”
Intaglio ink and pencil on handmade paper
$250
DREAM
A Greek chorus and I visit the dark domain of the night gods. They have captured a young boy who seems like my younger self. He is entombed in a sphere that floats here in this dark space. The gods declare that he must die. We are outraged and we begin a vibrant chant that will cause the sphere to open and allow the boy out. The sphere opens slightly as the night gods retreat into the surrounding darkness.
Aurora May | Goddess of Luminosity
14” x 11”
Acrylic Paint on Wrapped Canvas
$375
DREAM
This dream occurred during early stages of sleep, and Aurora held details in her mind for a month as she sketched the Goddess, log, moon basket, and light orbs. Trusting the process, the trees and shadowy and light figures appeared while painting the sketch. In this dream, a Goddess balances on a log while collecting light orbs from a giant moon basket, which she then places at the base of the log. Shadowy figures are seen walking along a path towards the mountain of light orbs. Other figures collect orbs and walk into the distance with their newfound light.
Lily Lewis | Hawaiian Celtic Dreaming – Soul, Land, Sea
48” x 36”
Acrylic paint on canvas
$8080
DREAM
For years I had recurring dreams of giant waves that I barely escaped. Moving to Hawaii from Canada, tsunami dreams became more intense and included rescuing my children. Imagery of this painting emerged through a somatic expressive process. Intrigued by what felt like genetic memory of my Celtic ancestry in mountains and sea, arising from my experience of Hawaii Island land formations, I began studying my Celtic history while dancing hula and learning stories of Pele, Hawaiian volcano goddess. We lived on the Big Island near where Kilauea was erupting while I painted. After this painting, the tsunami dreams stopped.
Colene Milligan | Sacred Path through the Redwoods
24” x 48”
Metallic and UV Reactive Acrylic on Gallery Stretched Canvas with Custom Wood Burned Reclaimed Wood Frame
$8800
DREAM
They call to me. Sing from the distance. Beckon to come closer. To see something new. To get lost. These ancient, towering, sacred witnesses. My dreams often lead down interesting paths, just as my life has done. I know I am on the right track if there is light to guide the way. Something to see by. This painting is the depiction such a dream that reoccurs and I travel it often. The glowing lights suspended in the tall trees… the path visibly unfolding before me… the haunting flicker captured in the specialty paint for all to share with me.
Benjamin Moss | Sprouting Star-Seeds
40” x 30”
Acrylic paint, canvas
$5800
DREAM
I was reading Carlos Castaneda’s “The Art of Dreaming” and had a lucid dream that was described in the book in which I was able to look at my hand. I remember very vividly the feeling of pure joy and excitement the moment I knew I had become aware that I was dreaming and had sprouted a seeds that I was now in control of an infinite realm of possibilities if only I could just keep focusing on my hand. This painting is the depiction that great magical power that can come from a deep connection from one’s own hand.
Benjamin Moss | EarthSong
40” x 30”
Acrylic paint, canvas
$18800
DREAM
I was in college and my religious upbringing was crumbling in my consciousness daily as I studied philosophy. I had a dream in which the great mysterious force took over my entire body and filled it with unimaginable energy. The force communicated to me that it was with me and that it held me. I completely gave into the feeling and sunk into the deepest surrender. It gave me lasting inspiration to the idea that one could let go so completely that deep emotional healing would arise bringing tears and the whole world could be felt from this place.
Natalia Snider | Synthesizing
18” x 24”
Photograph
NFS- Prints Available, Contact Artist
DREAM
Inside of a lucid dream I met someone called ‘The Oracle’. She spoke to me of who I am- an earth being. That my body is made up of this earth and that I am no different from the flora or other fauna that is alive here. She told me that humans are the consciousness of the earth and the caretakers of life. She showed me how the energy is intertwined between species moving on the earth, growing in the earth, and the earth itself. I lingered in this imagery she was gifting, synthesizing what I had just learned.
Sonia E Beck | Purging
17” x 14”
Colored pencil on drawing paper
NFS
DREAM
At a protest where we are told that we must take drugs for 3 days. They are wanting us to wear buttons that say resist, mine looks like it is written in childlike letters (reminds me of the button, “War is not healthy for children and other living things”). I witness a friend in an elegant prom dress who goes first. She begins to vomit and throws herself on the floor in pain. Then it is my turn. I am wearing a Drs. coat and they tell me to put my buttons on to begin. I wake up, feeling anxious.
Elaine Langerman | I Can Jump!
8” x 8”
Digital Collage
$600
DREAM
I don’t recall the entire dream–I just remember that in it I could jump, which, sadly, I can’t in real life…….
Julia Lockheart | After Mother
6” x 6.5” x 2.5”
Gouache and Collage on board
$450
DREAM
Memories and emotions flood into my dreams after my mother’s death.
Julia Lockheart | Hanging Threads Dangle
6” x 12” x 3”
Gouache on board with tape and washi paper
$530
DREAM
My mother in a waking dream saw threads hanging, water pouring and I sat beside her and watched as she deteriorated. Three panels show this period.
Yui Yoshioka | The Strange Toilet in My Dream
15” x 13”
Oil on Canvas
NFS
DREAM
This work is based on a dream in which I encountered a strange toilet. I was walking along the seaside, searching for a restroom, when it suddenly appeared before me. It was yellow and funnel-shaped, unlike any toilet I had ever seen. It seemed to function by pouring water from above with something like a ladle. I had no idea how to use it. Bricks were scattered around it. The image remained vividly in my mind as I woke, and I could not forget the yellow toilet for some time.
Tiffany Wyatt | Sedna’s Forecast
16” x 20”
Watercolor ink, acrylic, oil pastel, salt and water from the Pacific Ocean and the Redwood forest.
$275
DREAM
In the dream space, Sedna (Inuit goddess of the sea) came to me. Along with her magnificent seals and fish, she pulled me north along the lines of the globe, higher and higher. As we neared the pole, we entered a heavy space of shift, disorientation, and strong magnetic pull. The air was no longer air, the water was no longer water, and North was no longer North. Sedna emphasized that something significant was happening at the top of our Earth. She bid humans to look to the seals, as they understand what is happening and know what to do.
Tiffany Wyatt | Shapes in the Dream Space
16” x 12”
Pastel, watercolor and water from Blue Heron Spring
$200
DREAM
In the dream space, a gentle teacher came to me and tried to help me see that I have a body of energy and light, which can be used in many different ways in my life. When I expressed confusion and a lack of understanding as to how one can accomplish this, this teacher’s presence showed me this shape constructed of triangles and surrounded by light and color. In wonder, I watched as the shape morphed, and grew, and rotated so fast it became a bursting sphere of light and energy that permeated my entire field of consciousness.
Arico | Babylon Prophecy
48” x 48”
Acrylic and natural pigments on canvas
$2800
DREAM
This painting channels a vision where sky and earth communicate through light, symbol, and vibration. The tower becomes a bridge between realms encoded with unity not control.
Babylon Prophecy is an invitation to witness the rewriting of an ancient myth: a future where creation aligns with cosmic intelligence, and ascent is guided by coherence, not conquest.
Yaron Butterfield | Time – There Was, There Is, There will
8.5” x 12”
Pencil on heavy paper
Contact Artist
DREAM
I drew this in 1998 and gave it to a very special friend. After many years, for various reasons, it was returned to me in 2022 in pristine condition. Back then, I had a dream of holding her hand which I then drew while we were on the beach and which I later incorporated into this final piece. Enjoy the explanation of the story below and all the symbolism in this picture.
Please see full detailed description on my website:
https://yaronart.weebly.com/time.html
Yaron Butterfield | The Alien
Digital. AI generated.
$75
DREAM
When I was 5 years old I had a dream where I was outside and alien was facing me. He had a glowing blue ball of light in his hand. He reached forward and pulled out a glowing red ball of light from inside my body. Then he meshed the two luminous lights into one ball that became purple. He pushed the purple ball back inside me.
Julieta Vitullo | Some Light
11” x 8”
Typewriter ink on paper
$111
DREAM
In the days and weeks following his death, my husband Matthew’s visited me in a series of lucid dreams. In the dream that inspired this piece, I’m walking down a path at dusk and become lucid. Knowing that he’s listening, I ask Matthew where he went. He invites me to walk and see. As I walk, it gets darker until a light appears in front of me, textured, shapeshifting, inviting me to continue. I’d describe it as white and bright, except that the color and luminosity I saw can’t be captured with any words known in waking life.
Julieta Vitullo | Caballo Sacro
6” x 9.5”
Typewriter ink on paper
$111
DREAM
After removing a tumor in Matthew’s pancreas, the surgeon told us they had found evidence of disease in one lymph node. “The horse has left the barn,” he said. Puzzled by this metaphor, I tried to incubate a dream so I could “catch” the beast, to no avail. After Matthew died, I started horseback riding lessons. On occasion, I’d think back on my frustrated dream. Eventually, I fell off the horse and quit riding. Then one day, reviewing an old dream journal, I found this from before Matthew’s diagnosis: “a horse roams the underground tunnels –“the guts”— of our backyard.”
Julieta Vitullo | Cerezo en flor
11” x 8”
Typewriter ink on paper
$111
DREAM
The foundational dream of this grief art series took place on the second night after Matthew’s passing. He came to me in a lucid dream and told me to trust that he hadn’t gone anywhere. I told him I was just dreaming, and he said it didn’t matter – to look for him. The next day, I heard from our two older boys that the cherry tree that he had planted two decades before in the house he built for them and their mom had suddenly bloomed. This was still January, the middle of a cold winter in Seattle.
Kimberly Mascaro | Dreaming with the Earth-mind
8” x 7”
Cotton needlework fabric, cotton thread
NFS
DREAM
Three dreams, each highlighting the importance of relationships with the elements (earth, fire, air/wind, water, plus spirit) alongside nonhumans (insect and reptile) have made powerful impressions in my body-mind-spirit while also guiding my behavior. I wake up in awe and deeply inspired. The impact of these dreams with spiritual-environmental significance reorient me toward “right action” and remembrance of interconnectivity.
Denise Kester | Earth Girl Intertwined
28” x 21”
Monotype
NFS
DREAM
Two women artists have come to talk to me about my art. We are looking over my artwork, paintings and prints. I notice a little viewing machine. I look in and I see an old painting of mine.
It is a painting of myself. I have a cedar tree going up my body like a spinal cord. The tree is part of my body with limbs going out. The branches are also going up and out of my head. I have brown hair. Branches go down the trunk to roots coming down from my body into the ground.
Denise Kester | Holding on to Hope
22” x 17”
Monotype Archival Print
$425
DREAM
I am working in the studio cleaning up when an image begins to form in the ink. I see a big heart that becomes an arm, a seated figure. The figure is doubled over. Head in hands. As I wipe the ink, the figure begins to look up with their hand over their mouth to hold in the emotions, the sobs, and possibly the anger? Or holding in the devastating sadness that wells from the heart. the hand is holding hope. Determined to hold to the hope that we will get through this time and come out stronger.
Lily Myers Kaplan | Earth-Rock Vase With Expanding Cosmos
9” x 6”
Ceramics: Clay, Assorted Glazes and Underglazes
$175
DREAM
I see a Ferris wheel filled with infinite buckets—each one a moment in time into which a soul, could enter, stepping from disembodied vastness into human life as we understand it. Upon entry, human awareness proceeds from that moment in time. A soul could move from one bucket to another shifting reality each time and forgetting the other. All time was occurring simultaneously. I was filled with a knowing that time is a construct of embodied living, and that there was so much more vastness to life than I could begin to fathom.
Lily Myers Kaplan | Desert Sands Pitcher With Light Streaming Through Life
6.5” x 10”
Ceramics: Clay, Sand Collected in Catalina State Park (AZ) Applied with Engobe & Painted Underglaze Design
$165
DREAM
I am sitting on a bed, meditating with five other women. As we enter a deep quiet, I see that there are streams of light emanating from each of our crowns. They converge into a point above our heads—a cone of light forming a force field that we are creating. When our meditation ends, the streams of light recede and I share my vision. Another women in the circle experienced the same vision, confirming my experience as ‘real’. I wake up knowing that light from the sun as the source of everything, streams through all beings, animating our lives.
Lily Myers Kaplan | Starry Sky Above Bowl
3.5” x 11”
Ceramics: Clay, Assorted Glazes and Underglazes
$135
DREAM
I am in my sleeping bag laid on soft sand under a magnificently clear star-studded night sky. My eyes are open, then closed, then open again, constantly seeing a vast map—the stars and the Milky Way moving across infinite space. The Earth—and me with it—is still, as if at the center of the entire universe. The foibles of my humanity fall away in the face of the majesty of the universe. I’ve witnessed more than a beautiful night sky; I have seen the swirling, spiral-shaped cosmos moving over and around me. I am one with its wholeness.
Lisa Rigge | Falling Into Mystery
7” x 5”
Mixed Media: Acrylic paint, hand patterned papers by artist, music sheet, tissue paper circle
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DREAM
Each night I know I’ll be dreaming, waking up in the morning remembering most details from all my dreams of the night. This collage represents my dream self falling asleep, not knowing what lies ahead but reminding my self, as Jeremy Taylor would say “All dreams come in health and wholeness”. Thus, the circle.
Lisa Rigge | Falling Into the Void
6” x 6”
Mixed Media: Hand patterned/painted papers by artist, one portion of book page (“time gears” at top) from book “The Living Clocks”. AI Assisted
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DREAM
This piece was inspired by a dream I had of falling into the black Void. I was gently falling and fully surrendering to the process. I was ok with Whatever was waiting for me at the end of the fall. I woke up while still falling.
Lisa Rigge | Exhuberance
6” x 6”
Mixed Media: Hand patterned paper by artist, music sheet, flower stencil created by artist on medical paper, artist’s photograph of birds in flight
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DREAM
This collage celebrates successes that occur in my dreams. This dream is one in which the dream ego escaped men chasing her by diving underwater and had the ability to breathe.
Victoria Rabinowe | THE GIFT: A JOURNAL OF ONE DREAM
4 3/4″ H x 3 ¼” W x 4″ D
Leather and paper
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DREAM
Mark Twain gives me a small package. Inside, I find earrings made from bent, irregular paper clips. I slip one into my ear. It hangs there, light and strange. Tom, my first love and now a famous poet, stands beside me. As we watch Mark Twain making marks in neutral colors on a canvas, a thrill runs through me. “That’s the kind of artwork I do!” Tom is nervous about meeting Mark Twain. I am not nervous. I step forward and introduce them to one another. I step back, drifting toward the edge of the scene.
Victoria Rabinowe | NO EXIT / A TUNNEL NIGHTMARE BOOK
12″ H x 10″ W x 7″ D
Paper
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DREAM
The nightmares that inspired my tunnel book are defined less by specific events and more by their atmosphere—compressed, disorienting, and inescapably layered. They unfold in spaces that feel claustrophobic. Forms emerge from darkness only partially -fragmented and suspended across space rather than grounded within it. The tunnel book format allows me to translate these sensations into physical form. As the viewer peers through, the shifting depth mimics the unstable spatial logic of my nightmares.
Hazel Orhon | Wandering Karabasan I
13” x 17”
Photo
$100
DREAM
As a child, I experienced frequent sleep paralysis, known in Turkish as “karabasan,” often perceived as a dark, entity-like presence. One day, I was told that when “karabasan” do not visit children’s dreams, they wander in the forest. After this, the episodes stopped, but I began dreaming of karabasan wandering in the forest instead.
When these dreams continued into adulthood, I went into the forest to create self-portraits, embodying this presence. Through this process, the dreams ceased.
This series reflects those wandering karabasan and what remained.
Hazel Orhon | Wandering Karabasan II
13” x 17”
Photo
$100
DREAM
As a child, I experienced frequent sleep paralysis, known in Turkish as “karabasan,” often perceived as a dark, entity-like presence. One day, I was told that when “karabasan” do not visit children’s dreams, they wander in the forest. After this, the episodes stopped, but I began dreaming of karabasan wandering in the forest instead.
When these dreams continued into adulthood, I went into the forest to create self-portraits, embodying this presence. Through this process, the dreams ceased.
This series reflects those wandering karabasan and what remained.
Nevuah Rautenberg | Invitation to Initiation
4” x 4” x 1”
Magazine print and paper collaged on woodblock with encaustic wax overlay, with silver leaf and gold pigment accents
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DREAM
Working in advertising, I have a brilliant idea! The boss says we are filming immediately (without a client having commissioned us)! On set in an underground parking garage with cement pillars, as we try the concept, it seems we don’t really have a concept: A woman, a pool? Perhaps she walks in front of the pool with a leashed black dog-like creature…? Nope…doesn’t flow. Instead, the creature is chained to the side, and the woman walks along the pool towards it. That’s it! We film. As C and I gaze over the pool, we’re amazed to see three underwater fountains.
Nevuah Rautenberg | Gold Star Descent
6” x 6” x 1”
Magazine print and paper collaged on woodblock with encaustic wax overlay, with gold leaf and tin foil accents
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DREAM
Walking downhill with Aliyah, I see giant chalets with large windows. Assuming there is a pool, I glance behind them, noticing only more houses – dense like a city. Evergreens flank the well paved road, which curves right as we descend. Ann arrives offering us gold star gel makeup from a compact. As we continue, we discover intricately carved wooden cubes inside hay bales. We remove them, and Indra appears, yelling: “Drop those! They are remnants of wood decimated by carpenter insects!” To avoid an infestation, we return the carvings, giving up on crafting them into lantern or lamp fixtures.
Nevuah Rautenberg | You must Bend to Ascend
8” x 6” x 1”
Magazine print and paper collaged on woodblock with encaustic wax overlay, with gold leaf and tin foil accents
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DREAM
Scaling lumber resembling an obstacle course at a construction-site, I avoid falling between two planks, while running and jumping over boards, as some boards slip. To fully ascend the gauntlet I have to use cloth and a wire someone left. From above, I hear Aliyah say, “You must use a bent knee to get onto the wire, then hold the rope, then put it over the wire, then pull up to get up to the top.”
I do it. All kinds of people are up there. I ask, “Why are we not going dancing right now? We need to dance!”
Catherine Jester | Eagle Raven Woman
18” x 26”
Decorative papers and black ink pen
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DREAM
On a trip to Abiquiu, New Mexico, I hiked Chimney Rock above Ghost Ranch and marveled at the ravens soaring between the tall red rock formations. That night, I dreamt I too was a bird flying through the canyon. Upon waking, I searched my art files for the right set of papers, and with scissors, glue, and a black ink pen, i created this powerful bird goddess, half eagle and half raven, as I imagined her on a moonlit night gliding through the ravines of New Mexico.
Catherine Jester | Beauty in the Midst of Devastation
18.5” x 22.5”
Decorative papers and black ink pen
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DREAM
Dream after the terrorist attack on September 11, 2001:
I am at the top of a city skyscraper when, to my horror, the building begins to shake and split apart. I am sure I will die as I am thrown to the street below. But I don’t die — I land safely on a soft pile of rubble and ash. I look up and see a glorious green mountain bathed in a golden light. I wake up feeling a sense of awe and gratitude for being alive and in the presence of such beauty.
Amy Lloyd | Capsized
36” x 36”
Oil on Canvas
Contact Artist
DREAM
I am in a boat and a huge wave attempts to capsize the boat behind me. Its raised bow points toward a distant island, a near disaster is directing me somewhere. A plant touches me. The water beneath me is blanketed with stingrays, their bodies moving together beneath the surface. There is an elephant trunk. I think I can reach the island of sparrows.
My sister is already there.
Lucille Bell | Lucille In The Sky With Diamonds
24” x 20”
acrylic paint, gouache, paint pens, pencil on canvas
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DREAM
I had a dream that I was painting myself as Lucy in Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds. In my dream, I could not see the painting and was only aware of the concept. I suddenly became aware that I was dreaming, woke up, and wrote the idea down. The next day I started the sketches for it. I purposely designed this piece to look kind of like a fever dream, as I thought it was appropriate since the piece came from a dream.
Andrew Boyer | Look to the Stars and Draw the Three-Faced Goddess
13” x 19”
Print of a digital drawing in Procreate on ipad with apple pencil
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DREAM
I was stuck in a labyrinth-like library. After I realized I was going in circles, I noticed a gate I hadn’t gone through before. Guarding the gate was a a giant—maybe a cyclops. There was a sign next to him. I don’t remember the exact words on it, but it acknowledged that I was indeed stuck in a loop and now passing through this gate is the next step on my journey. But the guard wouldn’t let me pass. He told me I first need to “Look to the stars and draw the three-faced goddess”.
So, I did.
Cindy Bishop | Journal (May 2023 – January 2026)
11” x 17″ (open) by 1-3 inches thick, 222 pages
A black bound journal with white paper pages written and drawn on in ink, felt pen, gel pen, and pencil, with original and non-original photos, collages, images from magazines, books and cards, plus feathers and leaves, affixed with glue stick and tape
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DREAM
12/15/23 I dream: I’m looking at my hands breaking open a fortune cookie. It has four fortunes! As I lift one out of the cookie, my fingers tease it apart – two more! Six fortunes! I lift the last one from the cookie and tease it apart, and it is also three! Eight fortunes! I’m so excited. EOD. Context: I had this dream 3 days before receiving results of my uterine cancer biopsy, when I learned that no chemo or radiation was needed. At the time, octopus synchronicities proliferated, so I posited these with the dream in a journal spread.
Lynda Hoffman-Snodgrass | Dreamtime Memories
29” x 21”
watercolor on paper
$1600
DREAM
My dreams are extremely varied from realistic to patterns, forms or shapes, color and sound. Upon waking some of my Dreams are remembered vividly and others seem to be fleeting or just a feeling that I had dreamed. This was a memory of a Dream where I was entering some sort of structure that was breaking away into energy and patterns.
Lynda Hoffman-Snodgrass | 11 Moons
21” x 21”
watercolor & gouache on paper
$1200
DREAM
Often, I fly or float in my dreams. I love to do that! When dreaming this way often I move through energy, colors and shapes that can take form. On this occasion I saw 11 orbs or moons as I was traveling around in my dream.
Samuel Zimmerman | Lost Love
28” x 28”
Walnut oil paint on canvas
$800
DREAM
I have had and still have multiple dreams of a lost love in my life always a woman, weather it is symbolizing my mother who i lost at a very young age, and am always in wonder of why, as well as a loss of a very big love of mine as a young man that rippled and distorted my reality.
Mori D | Womb Travel
36” x 24”
digital painting
$2600
DREAM
Womb Travel developed from a dream in which the adult body retained the posture and atmosphere of the womb—curled, suspended, and held within a luminous interior field. The experience conveyed reconnection rather than regression: a return to cellular memory and original containment. Time felt folded, past and present coexisting within the same interior space. Spiral forms reference recurring dream imagery of cyclical becoming and gestation. The composition reflects the quiet density of the dream state, where identity softens and the body remembers its earliest architecture of belonging and protection.
Angie Hanson | Black Jaguar
48” x 38”
Oil on Canvas
$3000
DREAM
This painting was inspired by recurring dream imagery in which I encounter powerful animal presences that feel both protective and confronting. These dream encounters often carry a heightened emotional clarity and a sense of meeting an aspect of the self embodied as an animal guide.
Angie Hanson | Fireball, The Green Man
36” x 36”
Oil on Canvas
$2500
DREAM
This piece is informed by dream experiences involving transformation imagery, particularly dreams where human identity blends with natural forms such as plants, light, or elemental forces. These dreams often carry a sense of renewal and expanded awareness that persists after waking.
Julius Töyrylä | Paula
50 x 60 cm
Photography, Photo Rag Hanhemuhle- paper
600
DREAM
woman sits at the center of a crowd, speaking and laughing as everyone admires her. I stand beside her, yet the voices reach me as if through a wall. Only I notice how thin she is, how her clothes hang loose. She slowly pales, turning white like paper. I remember we met long ago in a forest where we had been together for centuries. I leave and walk a dark autumn path; the sun burns at my heart. I take a small piece of it for her. When I turn back, she is gone, and I arrive in another world.
Julius Töyrylä | Forest I
50 x 60cm
Photography, Photo Rag Hanhemuhle- paper
60
DREAM
Woman sits at the center of a crowd, speaking and laughing as everyone admires her. I stand beside her, yet the voices reach me as if through a wall. Only I notice how thin she is, how her clothes hang loose. She slowly pales, turning white like paper. I remember we met long ago in a forest where we had been together for centuries. I leave and walk a dark autumn path; the sun burns at my heart. I take a small piece of it for her. When I turn back, she is gone, and I arrive in another world.
Julius Töyrylä | Forest II
50 x 60cm
Photography, Photo Rag Hanhemuhle- paper
600
DREAM
Woman sits at the center of a crowd, speaking and laughing as everyone admires her. I stand beside her, yet the voices reach me as if through a wall. Only I notice how thin she is, how her clothes hang loose. She slowly pales, turning white like paper. I remember we met long ago in a forest where we had been together for centuries. I leave and walk a dark autumn path; the sun burns at my heart. I take a small piece of it for her. When I turn back, she is gone, and I arrive in another world.
Cindy Triplett | Night Dance
20” x 29”
watercolor on Arches 300 lb. cold pressed 100% cotton rag paper
$1500
DREAM
18 years ago, I had a significant dream that was complex and visually challenging for me to paint. Right after my dream of flying as an owl through the night over a river valley in Northern California, I painted the essence of the composition and let it rest until I recently completed it. As an owl, I had witnessed a circle dance of several indigenous women of the Hoopa or Yurok tribe. One of them saw me, focused her attention and spoke to me, indicating that the water was coming back , and that I had been expected.
Cindy Triplett | Blue Dream
20” x 28”
watercolor on Arches 300 lb. cold pressed 100% cotton rag paper
$1500
DREAM
I saw this vision hovering very clearly before me in a night dream. The colors in the dark room were intensely blue. The petals of what I took to be a large lotus flower were pale, pulsating and gently swaying, as if under water or blown by a wind. I heard nothing in the stillness, only immense quiet. The only message I received in this dream was that what I was looking at, exists.
Steven Baldino | Hypnagogic III
41” x 41”
Gouache on watercolor paper
$650
DREAM
This artwork is the third in an ongoing series of automatic paintings I create before sleep. Each work is self-generative, with no planned composition, built through layered washes of darkening color. As I paint, geographic and topographic forms emerge, which I develop into mountains, bodies of water, and dense forests. This process primes my mind for hypnagogic imagery at sleep onset. Hypnagogic imagery refers to fleeting images, patterns, sounds, or sensations arising as one transitions from wakefulness to sleep. Remaining awake through this threshold, these patterns can coalesce into scenes, brief dreamlets, and the possibility of entering a lucid dream.
Steven Baldino | Dream Chart (112 nights)
38.5” x 12”
Gouache on watercolor paper (bound sketchbook)
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DREAM
For the past year, I have tracked my dreams and dream practices to cultivate greater awareness in dreaming. The chart I am presenting is one of many I have created. These charts serve two purposes. First, they track effective methods for lucid dreaming, including meditation, dream journaling, and induction techniques. Second, they visualize the effort invested, helping to sustain motivation. The idea is to celebrate the joy of steady daily practice that enhances awareness across all states of consciousness, not just lucid dreaming, fostering the concept of continuous consciousness in waking and dreaming life.
Steven Baldino | The Abyssopelagic Project I: Visualization, Hypnagogia, and Lucid Dreams
(3) 9.5” x 44”
Mounted Cyanotype on cardstock
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DREAM
This project consists of twelve cyanotypes created from photographic documentation of a 48-hour period spent in complete, light-tight darkness. In Tibetan Buddhism, a dark retreat is a solitary contemplative practice in which a practitioner remains in darkness to cultivate heightened awareness. Drawing inspiration from this tradition, I undertook the retreat as a meditative framework for inducing lucid dreams. Four photographs were taken at the beginning and end as light was gradually dimmed and reintroduced, marking entry and exit. The central images were recorded in complete darkness and function as temporal markers indicating when lucid dreams occurred.
Jane Maxfield | Death
18” x 21”
pen ink watercolor
$700
DREAM
A ghost-like figure, with eyes very wide open rises out of a body lying in a single bed. Only part of the face of this body is visible-smiling. The ghost figure seems to be responding- embracing or batting away- ribbons of light wrapping around her. A discarded mask, a single tear falling from an empty eye, and a puppet’s dress patterned with red apples, are on the floor beside the bed. The patchwork quilt on the bed is alternating red and white spirals. The mattress has a ticking pattern of stars or flowers that is echoed in the wallpaper.
Jane Maxfield | Stream of Consciousness
18” x 21”
pen ink watercolor
$700
DREAM
A salmon fish swims through air. Tic-tac-toe boards are etched in the clouds above a sun, star, and black-hole. A green-eyed, blue-skinned female, looks with the fish at something beyond to the right. A blue-skinned male sleeps upside-down above them. A dis-embodied right-hand points toward whatever the fish and woman are looking at. A red thread tied to the pointing finger, has long ends floating in the air. The hand is tattooed with a lotus inside a pentagram inscribed within a circle, leaves sprouting from the concave points. Thirteen dots surround the circle. A Virgo tattoo is on the arm
Avery Yarbrough | The Flame Guard
24” x 18”
Digital painting, archival print on paper, framed. AI assisted.
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DREAM
In the hardest dreams, the ones where the path narrowed and fear rose – there were always flames. Not destroying. Flanking. Figures made of fire who lined the way forward, watching without interfering. They never spoke, but their presence said: you are not alone here. During a mental health crisis in 2025, when I sat in darkness considering ending everything, something spoke clearly: “Get yourself somewhere safe.” I drove to my parents’ house. Later I understood: the Flame Guard had always been there. I just finally heard them. This image is what they looked like when I learned to see.
Nori Muster | Sea Star
Original painting is 35×35″ canvas and tempera paint. The print is a photograph of the original, mounted in a frame.
9” x 11”
$25
DREAM
In a Dream, I watch an artist turn into a Sea Star.
He becomes an Art Piece on the Beach.
This painting is based on a dream I had on March 27, 2017. In the dream, an artist turns himself into an art piece on a beach. It’s a star fish in motion, with the artist himself at the heart of the circle. The dream came with a dream image, and the painting evolved from my dream sketch. I remember the dream vividly and think of it often.
Gordon Montgomery | Dream Project: Awaken to our dreams
Video 2 minutes 38 secondshttps://drive.google.com/file/d/1USUN71CkwlXroqD1EzF8fzKfqWltl9_P/view
AI Assisted
DREAM
A collection of flashes from recent dream experiences over the last year blended into this dream project. I started seeing the future of the world (precognitively) as a series of systems driven by a field of pure consciousness that we can access through dreamwork.