From an early age, I was both captivated and haunted by my dreams. They followed me as much as I followed them, unfolding in vivid and symbolic ways that I felt compelled to record. Alongside my diaries, I began writing them down—first as fragmented memories, and finally as dream narratives that grew into what I now call dream texts. I was deeply moved by the transformative, almost healing power of these writings,
I was also moved by other authors who explored the world of dreams, such as Friedrich Huch, who recorded his own dreams, and Franz Kafka, whose surreal and enigmatic works seem to emerge from the subconscious and dreamlike sources, both in their symbolism and their detached, fragmented style.
Dreams, with their poetic strangeness and layered meanings, became an essential part of my creative writing and later also photographic work life.
In 1990, one year after the fall of the Berlin Wall, I was accepted to study at the Deutsches Literaturinstitut in Leipzig, one of the most renowned institutions for German-language writers and poets. It was a moment of immense joy—a dream fulfilled.
This small selection of texts presented appear in its original language alongside a carefully rewritten translation—more than a mere linguistic conversion, each version will stand as a new interpretation of the original, shaped by the nuances of both, the English and German cultures that reflect my bilingual background.
Dream texts remain central to my writing, and I invite you to explore both my poetry and dream narratives. I hope they speak to you, perhaps even offering inspiration for your own creative or introspective journey. Dreams are not just fleeting images of the night—they hold a deep and often unexpected power.
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Riddle
Word Art works is a mix of photography, word and graphic design art.
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The Peer
The peer - poetry is one of my literary works, a poem imbedded in images. Author & Photography: Sybille Gburek
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the sorceress
by Sybille Gburek A dream text The sorceress They judged her and locked her away. The kennel was tight, its walls damp with moisture, yellow straw covered a circular patch of ground before the bars. She was alone
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the robbers
by Sybille Gburek A dream text the robbers they will come, in the middle of the night they will come, without knocking they will open the door to demand what they were promised. they will be merciless and will not ask for the