Lucid Dream Postcards

Hail People!

I am writing a cloud of empty songs of total elegant butterflies. So inspirational here, like a warm blanket in the twilight.

 

Look at this – what a provocateur pleasure here ! Before the Day of Dance, I had learned to use the Formal Florist Movements of the Sea! Hummingbird twist training by inches to achieve chic rude motions that flow with vapours of sweet reverie, yields success. Moreover, absurdly, it does not take too long.

 

Quite the vista today –

Notice the leguminous protein industrial plant !

It is suitable for engineers

to work with to achieve the dream of a metal tower

that swims around the world in two days.

 

Hey, Best Time Forever & Now !!

Behold the outcome midst a jubilant jamboree where the world is welcome.

So many happy faces from distant lands,

step to the music of the world.

Missing the River of Yesterdays just a little –

Returning on the Morning Star.

 

NOTE: Original images were screen captures from Home Movies: Paris International Exposition 1937. SOURCE LINK HERE

 

The Test Commences

 

The Test commences now.

Please take time to read through

the text –

Fairy Tale of Conviction and Hope.

 

 

Remember the Test is Timed.

Carefully read all the questions – Over –

before you compose your Answers.

Take your Time.

 

Remember the Test is Timed.

The Test commences now.

Read all the questions Over

Time.

 

Time begins now.

Test time begins.

Once it is over,

Please note the time.

 

Fairy Tale of Conviction and Hope

Because they have not seen the latest morning sun, the lullaby of trees whispers through the open window. Two turtles dovetail in the clouds. Now this is laziness of metalipsis, not able to find their refreshing habits that are running through first breath of day.

Why you ask ? Ten years ago, a duplicator of spirits was seen in the shadows; a sorrowful multiplication of figures embedded in a dalliance of sweet minimal mimesis . Even now voices softly fade away on the shimmering pond of flowers. Sadly, there is a broken bird song resting in the delicate petals where the sunlight pollinates with soft pirouettes. The scent of melancholy rises up, mixes with hummingbirds and owls.

Like a melted metronome covered in metaphors and dragonflies, the stream in Spring sings and dances joyfully. There, carried by frantic splashes, the Machine churns dreams and octagons, pouring them into jade moulds. This device coexisted with the lovely Mime-to-graph, in the peaceful understanding that each shaped the message to suit medium and the intended audience.

 

As is with such mechanical co-operation, words mixed in a chorus of similes & sapphire epideictic envelopes. The flyers spread – carrying messages, leaving droppings on heads as they passed. The creases of headlines bleached out the insecurities of the day. None minded the turtles hanging in the clouds, laying eggs in shifting air currents, their shells covered in unsubstantiated statements.

So it came to pass that the destined pair walked through the channels of the towering buildings. Hand in hand they moved past wonders and marvels most only saw manifest in dreams. Iridescent vapour poured upward to the distant tops of the busy buildings, and still the young couple pushed onward towards the Plaza of Solace and Despair. 

Once there, they gathered up from the central fountain stirring echoes of the Minnesingers in glazed paratactic pitchers. With youthful certainty they moved on through empty crowds, dispensing conviction and hope stained with tears of happenstance. They are there still, watching the passing elephants sing to the blue blabber wrench fluttering in the City’s ceaseless breath.

 

A common dream is the Test/Exam. Unprepared, unsure memory, confusion and uncertainty fills the dreamer with anxiety.

Dreaming test – questions

certainty of what is real –

waking in time – hope…..

Snow Bugs

snow-bugs

The Snow Bugs fluttered, skittered, buzzed and crawled over the first snow to grace the driveway paving stones.  The excitement of the arrival of winter soon melted away in the rays of the sun. It would take a few more days before iced edged winds began sculpting white drifts across the yard. In the mean time, the bugs would just have to be patient and chill.

Christmas Wishes & Dreams 2016

christmas-card-wishes-2016

 

christmas-card-2016

 

Well that was  a bit different .  I came across use of the The Polamatic app while exploring posts from fellow photography bloggers.  I decided to see if I could emulate the whole look that the app creates. The Christmas Brick was done in this manner. To see some more examples and find out more about the process – also learn how it all relates to the  7th principle of Mass Media ( Also Tony Bennett ), check out my post on Dark Pines Media , click link.  

 I did not come up with second image, I found the meme shot, and modified it so that it emulates a Polaroid Transfer. The Christmas Brick and the Nightmare together, make a fitting 2016 holiday card to go with Christmas Cheer from Puddles the Sad Clown with the Golden  Voice. It can all be found in any mailbox somewhere in the implied space and twilight zone that 2016 has become. 

A return to a more typical (?) Implied Spaces post next time (perhaps ?).