In my dreams...

Everything is beautiful.

There is no right or wrong, only what's personally right. Anything goes, and it's all ok.

Except when it's not.

Somehow, there is still shame and embarrassment.

Somehow, there is still sorrow.

Somehow, there is still fear and horror.

Except when there's not.

And then everything's ok and one.

Nothing looks real in my dreams.

Forests are usually simply walls with a tree texture to them.

Buildings are unenterable for the most part, or impossibly large on the inside when they are.

Everything thrives with energy - has emotions, feelings, awareness. Even the inanimate.

There's never anything actually beyond the immediate area of the dream that I can actually reach or get to, and yet it all seems to go on forever.

I see places I've never seen, yet are so familiar to me.

Places I love.

It's all beautiful there.

Even though it doesn't look real.

Because it doesn't look real?

Perhaps.

Perhaps I love the idea of something more than the actual thing itself.

The representation.

The facade.

The set.

I never liked high-resolution, or realism.

The more surreal it was, the more blurred it became...

 The more beautiful it is to me.

And that's ok. :)

Dreamscapes

Sweet Dreams

Ambient Energy