I've seen a tape with a dozen of Bruce Conner's experimental "music-clips" and this one captured me most. Its slow somnambulic rhythm, its animalistic jungle sounds as well as the eerily mixed images create a dream mood that comes closest to my actual dreaming-feeling. The long black phases between the sequences are as important as the images themselves because they leave empty space where the "echo" of the last image can seep through without interfering with the following image. But our logical mind still somehow feels compelled to construe some kind of sense, parallel, or some erratic story out of it. Surrealist or Dadaist have also tried similar things (Le chien andaluz, ballet automatique) and some of David Lynch's films (Lost Highway, Eraserhead) also have a similar atmosphere, but this one is my favorite dream clip (but sadly only a few minutes long, but doesn't every dream end too early?)
Review of Take the 5:10 to Dreamland
