Out of all dreams my favourite are ones with buildings in them. I like to look at things, and buildings are things you can look at from the outside as well as from the inside. Buildings have character and history and in dreams they're amazing. In dreams I can go to places that are otherwise out of bounds.
In real life I can't very well burst into restaurant kitchens or shop backrooms or library storages or gas station boiler rooms, but in dreams no one stops me from wandering.
In real life the worst buildings are the ones that have been designed to flatten your creativity and to make only certain behaviours available. Shopping centers remind me of linear video game levels. The only desired function is to bore people and guide them to buy stuff. Sometimes in shopping centers I get very anxious and I want to hide under staircases or climb over the railing. There's no room for human minds, only human mass.
The best buildings are old buildings that have been extended, upside down buildings, buildings at an angle, buildings invaded by nature, buildings full of water and buildings whose original purpose has been changed into something the architecture doesn't want to bend into. Buildings that are organic and wild.
When I was little, instead of a doll house I had a small plastic parking hall, with three floors. Its function was obvious, but once I thought to turn it on its side to make a sort of an obstacle course. This revealed the nooks and crannies of the inside-out floor and I turned the negative spaces into houses for little toy trolls. Smooth, curved slopes for cars turned into exciting walls to climb and safety endes for cars lost their intended purpose.
I turned a profitable car storage into a thrilling environment for living things.
I remember many dreams, where water that fills a building opens opportunities for new sort of interaction with walls and furniture. I remember a dream, where a house built on a hill slips off and leans on the hill in a 45 degree angle, which makes normal activities tricky, but opens new chances for delighting things.
From my childhood I remember a game, where I hold a mirror in my arms and navigate my surroundings based on what the mirror reflects of the roof above. Ceiling lamps were to be avoided, you were not allowed to trip on anything.
Walking out of the front door with the mirror made my stomach do a backflip, my brain frightened of a fall into the endless blue.
The fall is always there regardless of the mirror.
|10||past present future|
|22||end what you start|
|10||shifting the normal|
|8||what is the purpose of this place|
|4||seven feminine archetypes|
|1||wow you're so brave|
|26||the empress & soft leather|
|17||cool things i like in strategy games|
|14||mindfulness meditation: sparkle|
|14||playing videogames as a cripple|
|18||diva cup and feminist menstruation|