Dreams are still puzzling. Some are more like overhearing conversations of passersby. They exist but mean nothing. Others give you chills every time you think about them, like right now, for me. Maybe it meant something, maybe my life just went in a different direction by chance and now it's coincidence. Regardless, it'll always mean something to me.
I've been thinking about writing up one of those annoying how-to posts to share with the artists here. Unfortunately, what I'd have to say would go against so much of what they've been fed as guidance over the past many months. I want to help but at the same time I notice a lot don't pay much attention to this blog. This is what I get though, for being an outsider. Maybe they do feel insulted by my approach. I can put two and two together. I end up with four... but did I close the top when I wrote down, or did I leave it open... ? Hmmm.