As long as I can remember my mother and sister have insisted on telling me every bizarre detail of their dreams. I used to find it frustrating the way they carried on; I always assumed “yeah dreams are weird, I get it”. Once I began to take notice of other’s dreams I realized that their dreams are abnormal and not only that…so are mine. Their dreams never seemed odd to me because mine are odd as well. Dreams are a hot topic of conversation with my family and a slight obsession - I even did a Social Studies project in middle school on dream interpretation.
My sister enlisted the assistance of one of our dear and freakishly talented friends to make one of her dreams tangible. People always ask “well what was the dream?” it’s more abstract than that; the only way to get it is to see how inspired the work is, lucky for you that is an option.
If nothing else is ever produced from the fantastic wanderings of our subconscious this will without doubt suffice.
Sweet Dreams
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