Thius Ar has a pretty awesome recounting of an awesome dream sequence. My favorite passage:
- “All you had to do was reach up with the brush, and suddenly the sky was as low as a bedroom ceiling. It would appear to be just that close to your head as you were painting on it, then when you took the brush away, if you’d done it well, it would retreat back to millions of miles away, and your newly-added stars would glimmer with that bright exuberance of youth found in only in things like space and children. Of course, if you didn’t do a proper job painting, it would appear to be just a ceiling with sloppy ink-streaks across its sheetrock face.”
Nice dreaming, champ.
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