Just click the button and you will get a zine! Only $2.50 (plus shipping) and you'll even get a signed copy with an original drawing! What more could you want?! Oh, you want to read a sample of the zine, just to make sure before you spend your hard-earned cash? I can respect that. Below the jump, get a taste of this time around's Be About It.
Here is the piece I wrote for the zine:
Dreams by Alexandra Naughton
I dream in black and white-- really dark and confusing, sometimes I can't see what is directly in front of me, a limited scope as if shot in vignettes. The dreams, though highly stylized like a Swedish avant garde film, are plotless and usually make very little sense. And they repeat themselves. I've had this same dream every night for going on months now. Here's how it typically plays out: I'm seeing through my own eyes and wandering. Sometimes it's an old house and I'm going from room to room with someone just behind me, following. Other times I'm in a large municipal building with long, empty, and slanting hallways. The building wobbles back and forth like an unsteady Jenga set, or it is spinning as if on a record player (like it was last night). Sometimes I'm driving a car and I'm on an important mission, though I never know what that mission is. In real life I don't know how to drive, but that doesn't stop me from dreaming about it. I'm driving and driving, fast, the car full of people and we’re racing down dark narrow and winding roads, then eventually it is day time and I am driving this car up the curved steel part of a bridge (you know, the part that holds the rest in suspension?) for some reason. It's like riding up and down the hills of a rollercoaster, but I can't enjoy it because I'm terrified and I have people in the backseat counting on me not to get them killed.
Freud said our dreams hold the secrets that our subconscious is afraid to reveal when we're awake. Personally, I think that's a load of B.S. Science (via the kids show from the 90s, Beakman’s World) has taught me that our dreams are dependent on what is already on our minds, and you can control what you dream about-- by thinking about the things you want to see in your dreams before you go to sleep you can essentially design your dreams. Inception, anyone? This strategy works for me on occasion, but it seems that my sleeping self prefers to dwell in nightmares, which isn't all that odd considering what I read and watch for entertainment. A morbid curiosity can really affect your dreams. I suppose if I were the type of person who thought about unicorns and Lisa Frank stationary all the time my dreams might be more pleasant. Oh well. One night I went to sleep worrying about my cat, Sookie, who I left home alone while I was on vacation back in Philly. In the dream I arrived at my apartment after an arduous cross-country journey only to realize that my cat was missing. Talk about a frantic dream. But it was rooted in reality and my own worries. I'm sure Freud would attribute my lost pussy cat to something sexual, but that would be utterly incorrect. The night before the kitty-cat dream I went to sleep staring at a poster of Lil Wayne on my sister's bedroom wall. I dreamt that I was kissing him. I'll bet if I had drifted off to sleep staring at a poster of Kate Moss I most likely would have been graced by the model's presence in one way or another (joint fashion shoot? cat fight?). The possibilities with dreams are endless.
Still not convinced? Check out this little video I made (my first iMovie) of me flipping through the zine, all forty-nine pages! I told you this is our largest issue yet!
This video is dedicated to Stuff No One Told Me, who also made a zine and posted a video on his blog of himself going through the pages. Let me tell you that I had been thinking about making a video of myself thumbing through my new issue before I saw his video, but alas he beat me to it :) Alex Noriega, if you're reading this, I still totally want to do a trade if you're willing!
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