They say that as you begin to become fluent in a foreign language, you start to dream in that language. Well, last night I dreamed in Photoshop. I was wandering in some sort of narrative, in some sort of landscape. There was unrest, some people in it were in trouble. I got involved in the situation and understood what the problem was, and I was the person charged with dealing with the trouble. Somehow, in that way of dreams, I knew I had to get back to my world, which, in that way of dreams, I did. I wrote three verses, which were also, or really, spells. Then I cut and pasted them into the narrative and landscape where they were needed. In the dream I had to use Photoshop to accomplish the required action. Don’t ask me how this works; for that I’d need to talk to Neal Stevenson.
Although the dream didn’t take place in either of these specific landscapes, they exist in the same world as part of that dream.
geese and fire
towers on the Wabash
17/07/2011 at 10:49 pm
More magic for the eyes and mind!