Walter Palmer
All-Pro
Wow! I have. Had a very interesting (for me) last 10 days. I just need to vent to a group of people who might understand.
I started this Challenge/Assignment with no particular goal in mind. Every time I thought about it, there was 'something' inside that just stopped my thinking and said 'wait'. Somewhere around the third day of April, I had a VERY INTENSE dream.. Not the kind that wakes you, but a deep, undeniable dream (I very rarely remember my dreams) that was instantly re-lived when I awoke.
In that dream "The Muse" (for lack of a better term) burst into my room while I was sleeping, pointed a finger angrily at me, and shouted "Fork Coronavirus!!" quite loudly. The visual was instantly communicated to me and I instantly understood I was being told to produce an image. I have NEVER had an experience like that from a dream.
The "being" was of undetermined sex, wore a robe that reminded me of a missionary priest, was surrounded with a cloud of mist (smoke? vapor?), and found a non-existent lounge to fall into with much farting, cussing, and grumbling - but not another word of command.
Each night since, this same "Muse" has given me an image assignment. Usually silently. Insistent, but not too pushy. As though it knew this image HAD to be done and it had implanted the mission on me well enough that it needed no repetition.
Last night the forceful "Muse" once again visited my dreams. This time it promptly stood up, farted an few times (for impact? I'm generally considered a Boy Scout type), said something like "Enough! Fork this (family translation)!! I'm outta here!" And stormed out of my dream leaving me with a slightly more complex image of its departing, along with letting me know I should take my time to produce it and just keep it in the collection with the others.
Wow! I'm giving myself a day (at least) to just ponder this. I was a programmer by profession, dogged pursuit of the tough problems was my specialty. Artsy-farty dreams were NOT of my world. Today I understand more of what "Gob-smacked" means.
I will recover my senses and produce the final image command I was given. But I just needed to share this amazement with someone, and being in true isolation, you guys are it.
I have no idea what to do with the rest of this month. I'm sure I can figure out some constraints of parameters that might be helpful to me. But right now, I really don't give a fork about what comes next - I just want to ponder what just happened and learn what it means and how else I should be using it.
Thanks for listening. If you've read this far, I hope this has been worth it for you. The last 10 days or so have been worth it for me. Thanks for being there and looking at the images I've posted. There are more, but I understand I am to work on finishing them rather than adding to them. Wow!!! What a rush!
I started this Challenge/Assignment with no particular goal in mind. Every time I thought about it, there was 'something' inside that just stopped my thinking and said 'wait'. Somewhere around the third day of April, I had a VERY INTENSE dream.. Not the kind that wakes you, but a deep, undeniable dream (I very rarely remember my dreams) that was instantly re-lived when I awoke.
In that dream "The Muse" (for lack of a better term) burst into my room while I was sleeping, pointed a finger angrily at me, and shouted "Fork Coronavirus!!" quite loudly. The visual was instantly communicated to me and I instantly understood I was being told to produce an image. I have NEVER had an experience like that from a dream.
The "being" was of undetermined sex, wore a robe that reminded me of a missionary priest, was surrounded with a cloud of mist (smoke? vapor?), and found a non-existent lounge to fall into with much farting, cussing, and grumbling - but not another word of command.
Each night since, this same "Muse" has given me an image assignment. Usually silently. Insistent, but not too pushy. As though it knew this image HAD to be done and it had implanted the mission on me well enough that it needed no repetition.
Last night the forceful "Muse" once again visited my dreams. This time it promptly stood up, farted an few times (for impact? I'm generally considered a Boy Scout type), said something like "Enough! Fork this (family translation)!! I'm outta here!" And stormed out of my dream leaving me with a slightly more complex image of its departing, along with letting me know I should take my time to produce it and just keep it in the collection with the others.
Wow! I'm giving myself a day (at least) to just ponder this. I was a programmer by profession, dogged pursuit of the tough problems was my specialty. Artsy-farty dreams were NOT of my world. Today I understand more of what "Gob-smacked" means.
I will recover my senses and produce the final image command I was given. But I just needed to share this amazement with someone, and being in true isolation, you guys are it.
I have no idea what to do with the rest of this month. I'm sure I can figure out some constraints of parameters that might be helpful to me. But right now, I really don't give a fork about what comes next - I just want to ponder what just happened and learn what it means and how else I should be using it.
Thanks for listening. If you've read this far, I hope this has been worth it for you. The last 10 days or so have been worth it for me. Thanks for being there and looking at the images I've posted. There are more, but I understand I am to work on finishing them rather than adding to them. Wow!!! What a rush!