I had a dream last night that n. wyrick was staging a large scale performance called “The Mind Realizing That It Knows Itself”.
This performance was staged in a large open landscape, with rugged scrubby vegetation, outcroppings of rocks, and places where there were rises and dips in elevation.
In a flat place, on top of a hill, there was a very large rectangle made from white scrims and white heavy curtains, with one long side of the rectangle open. Inside of the rectangle, the space was divided with partitions- into three squares. These partitions extended to the open side of the rectangle. It was brightly lit, but I could not see the structure that was holding the lights in place. Many people were lined up outside of a place where n. wyrick was standing, waiting to pull back the curtain on the short closed end of the rectangle.
When the curtain was pulled back, it revealed the first of the smaller spaces inside of the rectangle. A teenage boy was inside of a sleeping bag, laying in the middle of the floor. He wasn’t doing anything other than sleeping. Everyone was watching him, unsure of what to make of it. Some people started to approach him, some people started to walk toward the other curtain, waiting for it to be pulled back. I walked to the back, toward the open side of the rectangle, far away from all of the others. I could watch the boy sleeping, and watch the people watching him sleep. I could also see the second and third spaces, and watch as people entered them.
In the second space an additional white curtain was hung in place of a performer. It was being blown by something and was billowing out into the crowd, revealing the empty space behind it. There was a projection being played onto the curtain. Large swaths of color bloomed and dripped across the curtain. It looked like pigments being activated by water. It made me cry, but I don’t know why.
In the third space, a young girl was spinning in circles over and over and over again while her dog was barking at her. While all of this was happening. The sun was also rising. As I observed these three scenarios, it also started to become lighter. I was overwhelmed. I remember seeing other people also looking overwhelmed. Many were in tears. Some embracing each other. Someone from the crowd cried out, about not having a choice (whatever that means?). I didn’t know if this was part of the piece.
I ran away from the set, down the hill, to a place where the scrub gave way to a gravelly shore around a lake. I stopped and stood, while hyperventilating. Another person ran down after me and stood near me, although totally not out of breath. I said, out loud to him- “I can feel my full heart beating in my chest.” He turned to me and said “I can feel my body taking its true form.” I looked at the lake and then looked back at him, and there was a ram in his place. I looked at the ram and it ran off. I woke up right after.