2022-06-15 (3): Black and White
Here’s another one, though this is a revised version of a dream I had about a month-ish after the previous one.
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There was a sense of perfection in this white room. There were no dirt nor stains, no dust in the corners or lurking shadows. A long glance showcased no windows or doors, only a room split into two – black and white. Over on the black side was the darkness where neither moon or stars shined. I stood there in the middle between the two. I was unisex and lacked genitalia and identity.
I closed my eyes, and it’s something new and unsettling. To my left I see blood spilled, stained to the white walls. When I reach and touch it, it feels organic and lifelike like a pulse. The blood was fresh and I feel the red liquid on my fingertips. When I later touch the same walls I don’t smear it, and feels like my entire hand like a wet brush and the wall becomes like paper. With my other hand I touch the blackened wall and I feel its cold, metallic material like a dull knife. With these two sensations I felt compelled to draw the first thing that comes into my mind: First a face with simple facial features, and then a simple drawing of a body that lacked complexion. A voice calls me out somewhere,
“We are born wet, naked, and without purpose. Hungry, and then things get worse.”
I etch this upon the walls before it all fades away.
