Fading Dream

I awoke at 3:00 this morning from a beautiful dream. The scenery was so vibrant with a golden hue: a full carpet of leaves cushioned the path. I passed a little apartment with doors and windows open and inside was my dear friend, Shiela. She was cleaning and organizing this two room place for another friend. Her mop was moving with pure white soap bubbles growing from it with each sweep. Just as the golden pathway felt warm and beautiful, so did our friendship.

To my left was a mama bear grooming her cub. To my right, a bit behind the house, was a sleek and shining leopard. There was just absolute peace. So at 3am I knew I wanted to paint this so that I could share the magnificence with others. But I couldn't imagine a worldly paint that could replicate the colors in my dream. I stayed awake wanting to put myself back where I stood in my dream; and yet, peeking around corners in my mind to protect the dream from fading.

And now it's 9am and the colors have faded more in my mind's eye. And I approach the scene with more realism. Like I am noticing and wondering, "How did I see the leopard behind the house when I was in front of it?" I'm thinking in this very awake mind now, I'll have to draw my leopard visitor as seen through windows. And I'm longing for my dream state, the freedom of existence, that is elusive and fragile.

Mere mortal that I am, I'm going to go scetch it right now, so that I may hold onto a vision that could just melt from my mind in an instant.  And tonight I will call Sheila.  I miss her.

Comments

[tracey k in ohio]

that sounds beautiful; technicolor for sure. And yeah - call your friend & tell her about that; & the bear/cub & leopard? sounds like a scene from where lions lay down w/the lambs. Very mystical....