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Vase with Lilacs, Daisies and Anemones (1887) by Vincent van Gogh
Zuiderkerk in Amsterdam (1874) by Claude Monet
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In my dream we were at a lake, Lake Muskegon and Aldo was there and I think his family, and my mom. Mom had face tattoos! A red butterfly on her cheek. Cartoon dogs stacked on top of each other, spelling out a word I can't remember. We were in a houseboat on the lake, and there were these white tiled canals that ran lakewater all around the lake it was so clear but I was still afraid of getting in the water. There was a restaurant called The Mermaid and I went on a computer to see if they sold tshirts
Among the Waves by Ivan Aivazovsky
Ivan Aivazovsky (Russian 1817-1900), Among the Waves, 1898, Oil on canvas
The Dead Lovers (c. 1470).
/ Gustav Klimt, Farm House in Buchberg, 1911
Flying dream. Maui was much bigger, there was a city it reminded me of Chicago. Springtime, grey skies. I had a white lid of a plastic tote that I caught the wind with, it lifted me up past dingy little cafe's and the tops of buildings. I kept going higher and higher, blowing in the direction of Haleakala and the cloud line. The lid was threatening to crack so I was afraid of falling, but still exhilarated from flight. I looked down over the city and then I was past the city, flying over the suburbs as they thinned out and became more rural, just forest. I came down at the cloud line, so far away from where I started and Max or Bosco was there, I was trying to keep hold of him as he kept running into ppls yards.
Not much remains except a few images: in the dream, what I thought was dick cheese was actually a chunk and threads of skin, I pinched it off and my dick bled a bit. I was holding the pinched off chunk and it began to grow, and grew into an organism the size of a cat, then the size of a dog, then it was man sized. Aldo had one as well.
I love my job, but reblogging employment jelly for someone else I love.
In my dream it was prehistory, the time of early humans, I was traveling with a band of nomads and we were being pursued by a rival band up a path along a river called the "dump road". The Sun was setting and we had lain hidden during the last of the light so the ones chasing us were ahead of us. I had gone a little ahead up the path and seen signs of them, garbage strewn on the pristine grass of the path and the light of their fires - we all doubled back and hid on top of a wooden structure as we were sure they would have seen us. Some in the group seemed to not care for their safety and had lit a fire of their own and were telling stories but I believe we got them to hide too. As I was securing my hiding spot on the roof, I became aware of the fact that I could pick up on the thoughts of the leader of the other group, a woman warrior who was expounding on the uselessness of domestic work like sewing, saying how hunting was much more important.
My sky is cut on the edge of a great grey building | watch from rippled glass as ghosts of people cross the street | shepherd | leading us to slaughter | this city fills with foulness and waste that not even heavy rain can touch | feel it rise in me | insides are cut on edges of plastic and metal | inside my bloodflow like the great river | oil and shit and slime and water | cleansed in the sea but never clean
I just opened up a check in the mail, went to the ATM & found 20$ 😭 I’m not passing these shits up NO more on my mama!
Even if I do not receive money or good news, I did smile at seeing this smiling Buddha.
The Kiss by Joseph Granie, 1900