Art Show Review

          I did not go to an art show this week.  But, I did have a lot of dreams that I remember.  As visual manifestations of my own subconscious, my dreams are thus becoming tangible in the form of written language.  Therefore, by writing them down, my dreams have become art.  AND because dreams are merely reflections of the many stimuli that we experience on a daily basis through media, life experiences, and creative thought, my R.E.M cycles are inherently projecting visualizations that my mind has filtered from my daily experiences.  So technically, I did visit MANY art shows this week... But they were all in my head while I was sleeping... And they are just now becoming art in my attempt to recreate them through writing.  Here we go:
          Dream 1: My friend and I were in the back seat of a car.  We were projected out of the car, through the car, maybe dissolved is a better word.  We reincarnated in a blackened pit, with a never-ending staircase spiraling above us.  It was lit as if there was a single spotlight shining on the steps, the spotlight originating from infinity.  We began to climb.  I woke up, feeling exhausted.

          Dream 2: I was in an overwhelming swirl of color, people, things, objects, flying around me.  Everything was moving so fast.  I couldn't breathe.  An flash of red zapped the inside of my eye lids.  I awoke, about two hours after falling asleep.  There was no alarm, no lights, nothing.

          Dream 3: There was a calm blue floating in the atmosphere surrounding me.  There were no other colors or things.  Just the blue.  I was floating, I didn't feel the weight of my body.  Nothing happened.  It was a great dream.