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    Can you send me back to my dreams? Do you return to places you know but don't know where they are? Do you try to speak to people you don't know but like lot in your dreams?

    Are they scarily silent, don't they notice you?

    There are times when waking from a dream can become your biggest nightmare. My dreams are not mine, I should give them away to charity.

    in times I still used to wake up alone, I often saw a strange place in my dream; an apartement, some six rooms. An attempt at verbalizing the dream kills it immediately, but I can't help that.

    The place didn't have any connection to the city I knew. But if there were a connection, the apartment would be the one on the corner, the round one. I rebuild the dream from short pieces of pauses and I touched the letters I used in the sentences.

    It's the color of the wallpaper of one last room that forces me to return to those dreams, to the state of sleep.

    I'm still looking for the green tone in daylight. I have not been lucky so far. Waking up is always a dissapointment. The light green color of that heavy, thick wallpaper exists only there in that dream.

    It is raining behind the window.

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    by Maira Dobele and Inga Meldere from the book The Great Great Dissapointment

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    Drawings oil on paper, 17x15,5cm, 2013. Are part from the collective project The Great Great Dissapointment.

    Photo of layout of the drawings from instalation in Jan Van Eyck Academie, Maastricht, Netherlands and Istanbul International, Temnikova&Kasela gallery, Istanbul, Turkey 2013;

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    Photo: Jan Van Eyck Academie and Vincent Verhoef