Gina sends us from her dream journal:
February 17, 1984
“I am in a film, on a stage set watching from the wings. There is a friend whose part it is to play a man. She is courageous, brilliant. The ensemble is experimental. The set is a deep dark color, deep blues, black and browns, muted, misty with cobwebs. An old car (maybe an old 50’s Ford), rusty and worn, stuck in the dirt and weather for a long time, faces front toward the audience. It is the feature prop on the set.
My friend had an idea. She went onto the set as a man and transformed into a male. (This transformative distinction is important. I believe she had convinced us all that she was male).
The passenger door to the car is open. The camera follows her and shoots her through the car window from a distance as she approaches. She moves over toward the door. She stops at the door. Slowly, she begins to undress from the top behind the open car door window, revealing herself as a woman. It was sensual and quiet.”
I dream of dada 