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Aug. 28th, 2017 09:37 pmI dream more vividly and clearly if I leave off my CPAP machine. Which I try not to do, even though I usually enjoy the dreams, but this past weekend I kept drifting off without it.
The landscape set in trees, with ancient buildings half built into the ground, was stunning enough, but the colors--the sky was so deep a blue as to be almost upper-atmosphere, and the air was so clear. And the light was brilliant. There was a mud-edged road running past, that had a trick of looking like a tall cliff when one peered over the edge. My mother had a guidebook about the place and we laughed at the illusion of the road.
And then it deteriorated into something that wanted to be horror but didn't quite make it, invoking Labyrinth and The Princess Bride and voluntary sacrifice. Which just shows my age, really.
But the colors.
The landscape set in trees, with ancient buildings half built into the ground, was stunning enough, but the colors--the sky was so deep a blue as to be almost upper-atmosphere, and the air was so clear. And the light was brilliant. There was a mud-edged road running past, that had a trick of looking like a tall cliff when one peered over the edge. My mother had a guidebook about the place and we laughed at the illusion of the road.
And then it deteriorated into something that wanted to be horror but didn't quite make it, invoking Labyrinth and The Princess Bride and voluntary sacrifice. Which just shows my age, really.
But the colors.