Sleeping Pill

‘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 our dreams became more vivid, colourful and even more surreal and incomprehensible than usual. We were forced to move less physically while our minds would work double trying to elaborate the extraordinary situation we found ourselves 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. My sweetheart kept a journal of our days in lockdown, so at some point I decided to bring things together and make an imagery sleep journal, trying to keep track of our emotions and time while going through that seemingly endless space. Now when the situation is calming down I feel that it was an opportunity to look inward and to reconnect with ourselves, our past and present, dreams being a representation of the infinite resource of our minds. 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’.