‘The mind of the man who dreams is fully satisfied by what happens to him. The agonizing question of possibility is no longer pertinent. Fly faster, love as much as you wish. Let yourself be carried along, events will not tolerate your interference. You are nameless. The ease of everything is priceless.’

 

Manifesto of Surrealism by André Breton (1924)

 

According to various researches during the period of the quarantine dreams became more vivid, colourful and even more surreal and incomprehensible than usual. Being forced to move less physically while the minds would work double trying to elaborate the extraordinary situation it found itself in. A few days after the beginning of the confinement I’ve found out that my personal dreams and the dreams of people close to me got more elaborate and full of details. It seemed to be living in the parallel universe travelling elsewhere with the mind. I decided to make an imagery sleep journal, trying to keep track of the emotions and time while going through that seemingly endless space. When the situation was calming down I feel that it was an opportunity to look inward and to reconnect, dreams being a representation of the infinite resource of the mind. It was an opportunity to follow the example of a French poet San-Pol-Roux who, every night when he went to sleep, would attach to his door a sign: ‘Poet is working’.