green rolling hills
Nov. 5th, 2003 07:23 amHad a beautiful dream last night....
I was in the Scottish highlands (or at least, what I would like them to be - only time I was there I was in cities).
All of the scenery was hyperrealistic: the sky a little too blue, distant objects a little too flat and close, like it was painted by someone with a great eye for color but limited sense of perspective.
The grass on the mountains was so green it practically vibrated! It was moist and tickled my hands when I touched it. So beautiful I felt my heart leap in my sleep at the sight of it :)
I was staying in a very modern cottage type of thing - stone and wood, but it was as if the stones were laser cut to be exactly identical, and the wooden planks of the floor were just a tad too regular to be real.
Behind the cottage was a minimal, futuristic chrome bridge with guard rails that led out to a small outcropping of rock just offshore, on which the ruin of a tower stood. It was so sanitized, to see this irregular shape surrounded by excessively shiny white metal. The water was bright aqua and the white sands of the ocean floor were visible - again, too perfect to be real.
It always blows my mind when I have a dream that involves touch and small details like this - truly hits home the power of the human mind to create it's own realities.
I was in the Scottish highlands (or at least, what I would like them to be - only time I was there I was in cities).
All of the scenery was hyperrealistic: the sky a little too blue, distant objects a little too flat and close, like it was painted by someone with a great eye for color but limited sense of perspective.
The grass on the mountains was so green it practically vibrated! It was moist and tickled my hands when I touched it. So beautiful I felt my heart leap in my sleep at the sight of it :)
I was staying in a very modern cottage type of thing - stone and wood, but it was as if the stones were laser cut to be exactly identical, and the wooden planks of the floor were just a tad too regular to be real.
Behind the cottage was a minimal, futuristic chrome bridge with guard rails that led out to a small outcropping of rock just offshore, on which the ruin of a tower stood. It was so sanitized, to see this irregular shape surrounded by excessively shiny white metal. The water was bright aqua and the white sands of the ocean floor were visible - again, too perfect to be real.
It always blows my mind when I have a dream that involves touch and small details like this - truly hits home the power of the human mind to create it's own realities.