5/22/12

In-flux

Polaroid Spectra SE, Impossible PZ 680 Colorshade film.


I had a strange dream last night. In the dream I had to flee a home where I was working for a friend, managing her business. The building (her shop) was about to be taken over by a dangerous, powerful, male-dominated faction and we had limited time to gather files and money, ect...

In the shop we had a giant computer and printer, something like what I imagined was like one of the very first computers, you know, it basically filled the entire room. Right before we left, I wrote a last message on this computer and sent it to the printer. A giant document came out, on a giant sheet of tracing paper, probably about 20 ft. wide, and just as long. The ink was rainbow. The last message came out scattered and illegible, and looked like it had been typed on an old typewriter.

The rest of the print-out was the story of my life up to that point, but it was all over the place and out of sequence. I rolled it up and tried to fold it so that I could take it with me. My boss/friend respected my feelings, and watched me struggle to make the document portable with a curious look on her face. It was dark outside. At that point I noticed that there was someone else fleeing with us, a male figure that I don't remember too well-but he seemed young, small, and mute.

Then I woke up.



4 comments :

  1. A very beautiful portrait! I find your dream caused me a little anxiety. I had to keep telling myself you were relating a dream, not reality. Dreams are weird. I love them, but I am confused by them.

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    1. Hi Larry! In the dream my actions were methodical and calm. It was SO strange.

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  2. you are just the loveliest.

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