Get off my cloud
I am waiting for Mick Jagger to show up in a dream. I wish I had a dream about Mick Jagger. But alas, he showed up one pillow over in my husband’s dream. I asked my hubby what the dream was about, but he couldn’t remember. Mick, you need to get off of his cloud and onto mine.
I actually don’t really care if Mick Jagger shows up in my dream or not. I have plenty of celebrity encounters in dreams. It’s not about the WHO in a dream, it’s not even about the WHAT. I find it’s mostly about the HOW did it make me feel? HOW was it illustrated? I love the cinematic, b&w dream, the super styled Vogue photo shoot worthy dream, the avant guard HOW would you even begin to illustrate that dream?
I do wish to incorporate more visuals into my writing about my dreams. I have not yet thought of an quick and easy way to pull the images from my head and into WordPress. There needs to be a downloadable chip from ear or eye to computer port or an invisible string on a reel from the tangle of brain to the organized chip. For now, it’s a photo grab from some random place (acknowledged and linked of course), perhaps from my archives or from the web in general. I rather enjoy that though, the synergy of found art with memory unearthed from the density of grey inside the brain.
This is my New Year resolution: More visuals to illustrate more dreams, perhaps with accompanied soundtrack…. cue Rolling Stones “Get off My Cloud”
Dream until your dreams come true!
Photo: found on Huffington Post website : Mick Jagger 1966 by Gered Mankowitz