2005 DREAMT. GRAVE DREAM 26 JULY 1999. Photo by Lars Gustafsson.

2006.09.02. DREAMT / MUSEUM OF SKETCHES / LUND / DREAMS ON ROAD SIGNS.

GRAVE DREAM
LOVINA, BALI
26 JULY 1999

A former girlfriend came and visited me in the little Turkish or Italian town. We sat in a café and were content and she talked as though she was giving a speech. I went and bought some liquorice in a shop. After the speech we went to an old hall or church where everyone was on a conveyor belt. There we met my Mexican friend Gabriel, a photographer. We chatted to all our friends there. With the old friends we went to the graveyard. I entered a grave with my Mexican friend. In the dim light I broke a bit of a cross/lid. A tunnel opened up and we came down to the sea. We swam across.

Climbed up on the jetty at Lombok. Walked into town. Entered an apartment. There, Gabriel found a beautiful white hen with no legs that nevertheless moved round a table. I went on up to the attic and discovered chickens hung on threads of spiders web or wire. In six minutes time the boat would return.We were not frightened in this strange room, but discovered things individually as friends, showing each other our finds. My daughter was there. (I love my daughters and long for them.)

Somehow we returned to the grave and were met by a woman. She approached me in the dancehall. She was a mixture of various women whom I have loved. I presented her to various acquaintances who entered the premises individually. Finally my friend came in. I presented her again. Whereupon my friend was transformed into my father into my father in his check jacket. He was very cute. I kissed him again and again. we went and sat down. I was so happy.

We were on the radio while the presenter of the programme was trying to call my mobile phone. He wanted me to talk. Instead I sat with Gabriel in front of a piece of paper and together we read a text. He was so cute. And I was so happy. But I was worried about what the presenter would say and I could not for the life of me remember Gabriel´s name, but I adroitly asked him he pronounced his name.

We took the road out of the village. I think that I was chatting to my father. THEN CAME GABRIEL. just in front of him was a little Balinese boy carrying smoke in his hans. He asked me if I wanted full-moon smoke. I said no. Behind him were all the others. And my mentor Michael. UR

Group Exhibition DRÖMDIKEN at Museum of Artistic Process and Public Art, Lund, Sweden.
Curated by Elisabet Haglund.
All 10 DREAMT 2005 are in the MODERNA MUSEET COLLECTION.
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2005 DREAMT. GRAVE DREAM 26 JULY 1999. H 135 x W 61 x D 80 cm. Plastic, reflex foil, aluminium, steel, battery,
enamel paint with titanium yellow pigment and rubber. Photo by Lars Gustafsson. Collection Moderna Muséet .
Art in work.
Sharing.
WEAPON DREAM
DJURGÅRDEN, SWEDEN
15 OCTOBER 1998

I was sitting in my living room with Michael, my mentor and a friend. They offered to give the important CD to a murderer who turned up with a brand-new weapon packed in a cardboard box. The murderer took the gun out of the box and shot my Argentinian friend Sandra, intending to kill her. We were standing outside the house/shop and I said I would call the police but was worried by the fact that my closest friend would end up in prison. I was sitting in my living room with Michael, my mentor and a friend. They offered to give the important CD to a murderer who turned up with a brand-new weapon packed in a cardboard box. The murderer took the gun out of the box and shot my Argentinian friend Sandra, intending to kill her. We were standing outside the house/shop and I said I would call the police but was worried by the fact that my closest friend would end up in prison.

Sandra was standing by
a horse that protected
her. Suddenly one side
of the horse´s head fell
away. It turned out that
the horse was wearing
a mask. Beneath the
mask there was a large
wound in the horse´s
mouth. I shielded Sandra.
ORDER DREAM
VENICE, ITALY.
22 MAY 1999

I was standing on a train. A young woman passed me. From the window of the carriage I saw her take a boat to the shore. I turned to the right. The hatches of the boat were opened.

The cannons were out.
Black silhouettes. Patrol
boats heaved to. Stopped.
Ice-cream kiosks. Shot.
Died. Rounded an island
and entered an office. A
large man was sitting
behind a desk, typing and
giving orders on the phone.
His body was like raw meat.
Red. Inflamed. Ill. His entire
body a gaping wound.

Two men were continuously pulling his black, finemeshed string vest up and down over his head and body to cool him. In a meeting-hall/church. The man on TV stripped and pounded his muscles which made squidging sound. Somebody gave him a large, yellow bottle of egg toddy which the man immediately poured over himself. Golden, bright yellow.
TOWER DREAM
DJURGÅRDEN, SWEDEN.
17 FEBRUARY 2000

I was in a tower. A Christmas market was taking place both inside and outside the tower. I was thinking about what I could give the children. The tower was full of people climbing up the twisting staircase, clogged with Christmas trees. All the people were going in the same direction. Upwards. Finally I emerged onto a terrace by the sea. There was a market place where the first nation people were selling craft items to the tourists. I went round the market looking and thought of buying a present for the children. I caught sight of amulet that was 4 centimeters high, embroidered in red, black and green. A black/grey cat rubbed itself against me. The cat stepped upon a medal that attracted me very strongly. I paid a lot of money for it. Soon I was at a party with my friends. I smoked hasch for the first time in 12 years and became amazingly inspired and happy about being able to smoke again. Partied, chatted, had a good time. I entered a stable.

There was a small cage
and a manger on the floor.
Little polar bears, the size
of hamsters, were playing
inside. As I inspected them
they were transformed into
birds in my hair. When
they flew into the cage they
were almost hairless, with
only tiny patches of white
fluff. I felt abandoned.

Then my crowd turned up and collected me in a tearing hurry. We were taken on a wild car trip that ended inside a garage. We parked and waited for another gang to turn up. They approached our Cadillac with their guns. I was sitting in the back seat and did not at first understand what was happening and was very scared. I realized that I was sitting on a Colt Magnum 45. I pulled it out and aimed at one of the men who were now standing in front of the car. I pulled the trigger but it just clicked. I tried again but it clicked again. I thought I was going to die. But the man outside the car welcomed us instead. We were warmly received and he took us to meet his tribe. I tried to understand what I could contribute and wondered whether we could protect them. We were welcomed by the entire tribe on a large, open space with huts in the background. The tribe was a mixture of children, older men and women and men of my own age. A beautiful redheaded woman came up to me and smiled.
Collaborator in action.
All 10 dream signs installed in the museum.
Street view.