People from different countries and their worst nightmares
• People from different countries and their worst nightmares
Photographer Rock Morin two years traveled around the world and collected stories about dreams for the photo project World Dream Atlas ( "Atlas of the World of Dreams"). He chose the worst nightmares of different people and published in Vice magazine, together with their portraits.
Rock Maureen says: "I recently spent some time in Iraqi Kurdistan at the front, covering the war against LIH. It is not surprising that local Kurds were very vivid nightmares. I talked to many people, but it does not seem to put together a single pleasant sleep for all the time he was there. In Iraq, as in other Muslim countries, it is believed that the good dreams - a message from Allah, and nightmares - the devil. This perception, described even in the Qur'an, leads many Muslims to pay close attention to the night vision and constantly ask the interpretation of dreams at the companions or religious leaders. "
Artisan from rural areas in Morocco recalled recurring nightmares about how the devil tries to enter through the front door of his house. The man asked the Board of the photographer, who advised him before sleep, scroll head meeting with the devil at the door, and how it will repel it. This technique he learned from a specialist in post-traumatic disorder in California. "The next morning, Moroccan grimly told that did so, as I have suggested, and the devil just changed tactics. Now he was trying to sneak through the back window. That's what happens to our darkest fears. We can ward off any number of them, but they will always find a way to reassert themselves, "- says the author of the photo project.
I saw a father and two sons. The younger son cowered on the ground, and all his father kicked him, treating him like dirt. Then the father told his eldest son to drive nails into the back of the youngest, and he did so. Looking at all this, I have expressed dissatisfaction with the man. He turned to me and said, "If you do not like it, you can step up and take his place."
As a child I was often teased. When someone with me especially mistreated, I remember experiencing only a sense of fierce hatred. If I was particularly angry or upset, I dreamed that I am burning to death at home. I just stood there, trapped, staring out the window at a safe place, and fire all were selected.
New York, USA
to Sometimes I see the faces of the people I killed. Kill a man - is not the same as killing an insect.
In the dream, I washed the severed head. I did it very calmly and methodically. I did not see the face. I only lateral cross-section of the spine was visible and blood clots, and on top - a beautiful blond hair. I remember that she wanted the same hair. I think I wanted to wear it at home, but first need to wash away all the blood and lumps. When I was younger, I always wanted to change the hairstyle. I cut hair and hid under the bed. I always thought that the hair grow back is another.
New York, USA
I saw my brother's crushed car. Sometimes I dream that I die in the same way as he did. Maybe it's a warning. Every night I fill a glass with water and put it under a bed. It drives away the spirits that bring bad dreams. Havana, Cuba
I have a recurring dream in which I was lying in my bed and the ceiling collapses on me. The first time I had it when I was 30 years old. The next morning I learned that my uncle died. Recently, this had a dream just before the death of my cousin, and then again in front of a neighbor's death.
Ben Haddou, Morocco
I'm watching his own dead body. I see my dead body swells, and then decays, the birds and very busily devour my flesh. Then there are the insects. When they finish, they are so clean, white bones. I take these bones in the hand and show your family members, friends and lovers, who are nearby. They are not interested. My body is concerned only with me.
New York, USA
In the dream I was pregnant during this intercourse and slip out of me a little child. He has the size of a green bean, translucent, has a teardrop shape and without a face. I know that this is a child-demon and that he grow up to an absolute evil. I know that he would become a monster and cause offensive end of the world and my death, but I want to protect him. I flooded his entire house to chin level, my child daemon could swim and grow. When I talk about evil, I mean the evil that you see in the comics. I do not believe really in the wrong. I think people just misunderstand each other. Even Hitler was simply incomprehensible son of a bitch. This guy just wanted to become an artist. I think we can all understand. I - dominatrix and present themselves as a bad girl. Do I look like a bad girl? My job is basically to inflict pain to men. I make them hurt, but at the same time I bring up the way they do not even understand. Black Rock, United States
I was lying on the bed in the infinite space without movement when I was approached by an ominous black cloud with three mounds. Cloud flew past me and touched her cheek. The next day I was in a terrible motorcycle accident and broke his arm, ribs and skull.
Ben Haddou, Morocco
I dreamed that I was in the woods and all around lights. I had to continue on the path, even though I was very sick from the heat. I've seen other people go off the path, and falling light. I struggled kept going. At the end of my burned hair and skin. But when I reached the edge of the woods, I found a new skin, one that could make me invisible and hide from enemies.
I locked myself in the bathroom with a knife in his hand. People came up to me in single file, one by one, begging me to slit their throats as an act of mercy. They smiled. The horror of what is happening was unbearable. I knew what I was doing what they ask me to, but I still thought it must be another way. It must find a solution to how many people will die at my hands. I woke up and felt the sensation of cutting sip all day. I was afraid of himself, felt that awful feeling as if he wanted to really experience it.
constantly hear stories like when terrorists broke into the Fogel family home in Itamar and killed all but one of the girls. They even killed the baby. In my dreams terrorists come to my house and killed my whole family. Then the funeral, and I - the only one who survived. I wake up in tears. Neve Daniel, West Bank
I saw a group of people - a man and two women. I tried to stop them, but as soon as they made visual contact, I could not distract them. I felt like they were trying to physically get into my brain. They wanted to hurt me. I felt a surge in the skull, it was like a small helicopter rise and fall of fragments of eggshell. I pray that the helicopter did not take off. I was afraid that it was one of my shower and, as soon as she flies away, all will be forever lost.
I once worked as a musician in the United States: New York, Chicago, San Francisco. Several years ago, I was deported, and now I live in this park. Bench - this is my living room. I can sleep well here, if children do not throw stones at me. Mostly I dream about the past, my family. My father, God rest his soul, was my best friend. I was 18 years old when he died. He tried to escape on a raft from Cuba in 1968 and was drowned in the sea. Once I dreamed that I was with him when the raft began to sink. He tried to save me. We died together.
When I was about four years old, I had a dream that came to our house witch. She came to pick up my mother. My family - of Iraqi Jews, therefore, witchcraft, mixed with the Bible - it's part of our culture. In particular, my mother practicing folk magic, when I was a kid. I remember pieces of paper with written on them by the ancient Jewish prayer that I had to add his tea. My mother was a witch, but she was a good witch. She did it to protect us. Tiberias
I had a recurring dream with a tiger. He came to my house. The first time it happened, I took the tiger's head and broke his neck, because I was scared. I thought he wanted to kill me. I dreamed the same dream for many years, and every time I kill a tiger. Nevertheless, one night a tiger came again, and I'm tired of killing, and then I said: "Okay, let it happen. I will allow myself to eat it. " Tiger standing on hind legs. He held out his claws and ripped my chest. He opened my heart. At this point, it has become my strength - the power of which I have received only due to the fact that allowed him to kill himself. The strength of a tiger - in surrender. Fear has weakened me, but eventually I stopped fighting with the forces in themselves and allowed them to capture me. I never saw a tiger in your dreams.
Black Rock, United States