Bad Dreams
Before I went to bed last night I watched a film called proof of life staring Russel Crowe and Meg Ryan about a man who is kidnapped by South American locals. He is kept captive while a ransom is negotiated. I bought this DVD from the local boot sale and didn’t read the description too well but I really enjoyed it. It touched on the manufacture of cocaine but didn’t delve too deeply into that side of things.
During the night I had a dream. I’m going to call it a dream because I didn’t wake up screaming as I usually do when I encounter a nightmare. This dream was full of people I didn’t know and there were lots of tropical trees like a jungle – similar to some of the scenes in the film. I was myself in this dream, same sex, age and as usual i was also gay! come to think of it, I have never had a dream where I fancied the opposite sex! I was not imprisoned by anyone but I was imprisoned by an addiction to opium. I remember that it was organic and not man made!
I woke up at 1.10pm and because the chemist was shut i put my head down and woke up again at 2.15pm. when I went downstairs on my way to the land rover and the pharmacy I noticed that some artwork had come in the post. Surreal from Poxxod. Images below. they are small but that doesn’t matter I like the feeling they give me.
I love surreal art. It reminds me of something that I can’t put into words! It speaks to me. I bid on two paintings yesterday on ebay by an artist called Napolien13 – I didn’t win them but I wont buy another painting until I own at least one of his…They are so very special, they make me feel as I have never felt before. I am shocked at the thoughts,pleasure and pain they portray. Here below is but one….
