If there are any artists out there who take inspiration from this, that would be awesome. I love hearing about dreams! Thanks for making this thread!
I was walking down a street in Baltimore that I used to run down on a grey cold day. I had brought a skate board with me and was planning on learning to ride it out on the streets, but I had a creeping suspicion that a guy in my peripheral vision was following me, so I turned back having a distinct thought that I didn’t want to fall off and get mugged. I turned back and must have taken a wrong turn and ended up walking through a very rural poor neighborhood overrun with tall weeds and small trees. I was trudging through people’s backyards when an African American woman, loudly called out to me. I was scared, but we talked a bit and I was relieved when the conversation went well. She had two twin daughters who had down syndrome who were trudging around the yard. The mental retardation was evident in their facial features. They were tall big girls wearing English peasant-type clothes and they were carrying big pails of water in their thick farm girl forearms. I was scared, but I followed them and I was lead to this large overgrown abandoned backyard pool area. The scene was very fragmented though because it was in a dream. My little half-sister, Analisa was there and she showed me around. She was very sprite-like, prancing around happily and with a supernatural lightness. We peeked over the edge of the garden wall that surrounded the yard and I was shocked and delighted to see water, so close I could reach out and touch the surface. The water extended out as far as the eye could see. Like a still ocean. Resting on the lightly rippling surface were tiny butterflies of all kinds of gorgeous colors and patterns. They bobbed and fluttered around and immediately below the surface, were equally sized tropical fish that pecked and flitted at the surface which had bits of aquatic plants lightly scattered here and there. This vignette ends and transitions to the same setting, but this time, in the water, looming over the wall are massive humps and heads of orca whales frozen solid. Analisa is still somewhere in the scene and I am overwhelmed by that scary feeling you get when you are confronted with the presence and mass of a live animal. Surprisingly, I run my hand over the face of one whale, feeling the cold layer of ice. The atmosphere and light is a little bit less warm in this scene and the air has that anticipatory stillness. There was some lead up to this, but I end up scolding Analisa for something and saying, “Okay, Analisa?” but she doesn’t respond because she’s annoyed at me for scolding her. Suddenly her face, which I was holding turns into some sort of totem/ancient artifact-looking brass sculpted face. “Okay, Analisa?”, I say feeling the frustration rise in me.
