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Hello. I've been really busy these days, lots and lots of projects coming up
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(Scene from the Dark Earth)
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The basics :)
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Recurrent book-themed dream note
I just had one of those again! It's been quite a while since I started experiencing this weird string of events when I'm asleep, about this bunch of books I keep finding in my house. They're this kind of dream that gets mixed with reality, that faint consciousness leaving a feeling that what happened in the dream was real life; and you're always shocked to remember "oh yeah... no... I don't actually have those in my room". But my possession of these books feels so real, even after I've woken up, that it begs me to doubt my awake self. "No no... I remember! (doesn't remember) I do got them. They're at the top of my shelf, or got lost in between my other books- in my clumsy desk". And I might stop there but if I keep thinking about them I always have to meet the fact that- not only they're not anywhere- but that I don't know anything about their contents. I just know that they're a series, and sort of what they look like (I might draw them and post' em here later). I don't really know just for how long I've been having those dreams, less than a year, more than a month? It's fuzzy thinking. Gets me confused.
What I've accrued so far from studying symbols, dreams and unconsciousness tells me that The Book usually, collectively, means that which you inherited from culture, from those who were here before you (I think not for ancestral knowledge, we already have a good set of functioning images for the ancient and tribal spirits) it may also be a platform for magic spells, a portal to mystical places, it may contain just, precisely what you need to know! But I still ain't sure of what to make of that. As for a personal symbol, I have some ideas- but nothing figured out yet. I'll watch. And next time I catch myself dreaming this, I'll try to get a step closer and read some of it's content. Which is kind of backwards cuz... the dream is the content. It would be like a box inside another box inside another box...
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Concepts for an upcoming project :)
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It's been hard to keep up! Lots of stuff happening at once. But here's a piece I made with the song Wild Blue by John Mayer stuck in my head.
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Fear not bright colors
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Hayman wearing a ritualistic mask
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(1) Birth (2) Green Burial and Wicked Wizard Sitting in a Treasure Chest (3) Onça
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Dream
I laid on the ground and tried to engage playfully with my bulldog, Ozzy. He wasn't having it. My sister was hiding behind him. After a while I learned that they were intimidated by my approach and Ozzy was acting tough, trying to protect my sis.
At night- I was doing something very important in my computer ( I know what it was, but won't tell)- my dad was there, helping me. Then an explosion below. I could really feel it, an acidic burn catching my legs. We went investigate and my dad told me it was a neighbor who was somnambulant and accidentally manufactured an alcohol bomb. Back in the room. Then another explosion. I opened my door and saw through the window fire approaching our house. I had some important papers in my shelf and was desperate to export them to a pen drive, so I wouldn't lose their content. I couldn't do it and was terrified- my dad did it for me. The explosions kept getting stronger. We went outside and saw a mob of people equipped with an alcohol throwing machine and they were flooding the neighborhood with it- and lighting it on fire.
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