This dream needs to be painted on black velvet or on the side of a van
If only it were possible to turn on a camera inside a dream and get the visuals down exactly as they were dreamed, because as vivid as my dreams almost always are, last night had a rare, welcome addition: dream imagery that was genuinely, stop-me-in-my-tracks-and-gawk pretty. Pretty in impossible ways: I watched the sun set on a warm, East Coast beach (yes, setting behind an East Coast beach so it was setting in the east, I already said “impossible,” work with me), and after the sun went down the ocean glowed, as if I were seeing the sun through the water. And there’s too much water between a shore and the horizon for the sun to shine through, even though technically thanks to the curve of the Earth I guess it could, but there it did. AND IT BACKLIT WHALES PLAYING UNDERWATER.
By the way, yes I dream in color. Sometimes vivid color. The pinks and warm purples of sunset were very much in play last night.
BACKLIT WHALES. I cannot get over that. My subconscious is amazing.
(I also dreamed of local people I know, including someone I think is pretty and fantastic and who I should admit I have a thing for, but will DEFINITELY not act on that because she’s taken. Okay, get interested in someone else. And that‘s as much as I‘ll say about that.)