January 20th, 2004

beartato phd

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Had a really cool dream, flying around an impressionist painting. It was far more architectural than I think of impressionist paintings being: the main foreground element was a complicated Frank Lloydish house sitting on a hill, full of right angles, but still living with and in and around the hillside organically. The house was night-water blue and violet, next to pine-needle grass. I couldn't tell if it was supposed to be night or overcast. A balcony-supporting post half-hid a woman lying on her stomach, legs bent at the knee, bare feet skyward, reading a book, a patch of red and white against the coolness of the rest of the painting.

The cool part was zooming into the painting, flying around the post, seeing the paint shift to show the subjectivity of motion, seeing the brush-stroke of her open mouth. I think she thought she was trapped in the painting.