Dreams project a reality through a dimension of sub-conscious images, experiences, and vibrations. The art of dreams depict movement. The dream has out-of-body movement, sometimes pleasant, sometimes daunting, sometimes real. In my dreams, I travel through realms that are purely imaginary, yet quietly familiar. My movement is aided by the wind high above the places outside of myself while hovering in an out-of-body experience. That sense of flying, floating miles above or hovering over a room, presumes wings of some sort is the art of movement. At times, I find myself in a “Two AM Wilderness” looking for the Light that leads to a fork in the road. I am reminded “Don’t follow the wrong road, the Promised Land is not in the wilderness. The Mirage is.
Promethean like creatures hover in the darkness bringing Light where none has been. A sea of emerald A palette of bioluminescent like color enhances the Light that is emitted.
