A while back, I wrote some important dreams and memories down. A friend saw me writing, glanced over my shoulder, read “running through the sprinkler that turned out to be sewage water” and was incredibly confused since it meant nothing to her.
My memories and dreams are mine alone and though other people have similar elements in their memory, they aren’t the same.
I drew images from important memories and dreams of mine and made a giant connect-the-dots out of string. I didn’t put any numbers on the connect-the-dots and let others connect them in their own way while I connected them in the way that corresponded to my memories.
I played music from my iTunes whenever I showed it. Feel free to pick something of your choice, the silence can be a bit strange.