Beautiful dreams with beautiful people.
It's my last day with Sam Sam before she leaves. She's talking to her mom about packing stuff. She's done now, it seems.
Wow, I've been having really pretty dreams with people I know. The most recent one was last night. It looks like I have these dreams after spending time with someone. I remember we were working a lot in screenwriting and dancer Ariel was in my dream, since I worked with her on the project.
The dream was sepia tone, in a backyard with a floor covered with warm sand and with a tree that had glass hearts dancing from the branches. I think I had the urge to steal them for something but she was under the hearts and they fell into the sand, and the sand started to dance around her. Funny, she's a dancer. A cute little one at that.
Then after Europe, I dreamt I was on the high mountain from Greece with Lorenzo. We both just sat at the top while we watched dancing neon lights above some lake at the bottom of the mountain while he drank the night away. (Not sure if it was Absinthe, but it was still a drink, hehe.)
Finally, last night I dreamt I was on a beautiful, old victorian/chinese styled boat with Sam Sam, floating through some bright landscape that had plain tan trees with white orchids and red grass. My favorite part were the flying paper folded birds and dancing colors, that looked like leaf confetti.
Something always dances in my dreams. It's pretty. I wish I could encapsulate these dreams somehow, like magic in a bottle. Yeah, I know I'm lame. I'm being too much of a visual now. Maybe I should just paint them. Speaking of visual, here's some artwork from a site I found.
The last one's my favorite. :) I might try to make something like this in printmaking this year.
Wow, I've been having really pretty dreams with people I know. The most recent one was last night. It looks like I have these dreams after spending time with someone. I remember we were working a lot in screenwriting and dancer Ariel was in my dream, since I worked with her on the project.
The dream was sepia tone, in a backyard with a floor covered with warm sand and with a tree that had glass hearts dancing from the branches. I think I had the urge to steal them for something but she was under the hearts and they fell into the sand, and the sand started to dance around her. Funny, she's a dancer. A cute little one at that.
Then after Europe, I dreamt I was on the high mountain from Greece with Lorenzo. We both just sat at the top while we watched dancing neon lights above some lake at the bottom of the mountain while he drank the night away. (Not sure if it was Absinthe, but it was still a drink, hehe.)
Finally, last night I dreamt I was on a beautiful, old victorian/chinese styled boat with Sam Sam, floating through some bright landscape that had plain tan trees with white orchids and red grass. My favorite part were the flying paper folded birds and dancing colors, that looked like leaf confetti.
Something always dances in my dreams. It's pretty. I wish I could encapsulate these dreams somehow, like magic in a bottle. Yeah, I know I'm lame. I'm being too much of a visual now. Maybe I should just paint them. Speaking of visual, here's some artwork from a site I found.
The last one's my favorite. :) I might try to make something like this in printmaking this year.