hummingwolf (
hummingwolf) wrote2002-03-02 09:45 am
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Take me to some imaginary place...
I so wish I were elsewhere right now. Someplace interesting. Someplace fun. Someplace that doesn't need to be dusted. Good thing I have an active imagination.
Thinking of places I'm not, I used to wonder why people would ask each other, "Do you dream in color?" Of course I dream in color--and in music, scent, taste, touch, all the kinesthetic senses: doesn't everybody? It amazed me to learn that some people dream in black and white, or at least only remember in black, white, shades of grey. My dreams may not always be interesting--far too many of them take place on the bus, on the subway, in the grocery store--but they're at least as real as real life, if not more so. What fun is dreaming if it's only as real as the picture on a 1950s TV screen?
That's it, I simply must go play with computer graphics some more. The skies are grey and I'm in the mood for color.
Thinking of places I'm not, I used to wonder why people would ask each other, "Do you dream in color?" Of course I dream in color--and in music, scent, taste, touch, all the kinesthetic senses: doesn't everybody? It amazed me to learn that some people dream in black and white, or at least only remember in black, white, shades of grey. My dreams may not always be interesting--far too many of them take place on the bus, on the subway, in the grocery store--but they're at least as real as real life, if not more so. What fun is dreaming if it's only as real as the picture on a 1950s TV screen?
That's it, I simply must go play with computer graphics some more. The skies are grey and I'm in the mood for color.

Somewhere, over the rainbow...
Yech. How horrible to dream in black and white.