was it you, was it me?
was it someone or is this just a dream?
Last night I had this funny dream. For the past couple of days, I've been watching Peaky Blinders. Of course, this influenced the style of my dreams. It was about my family on my mom's side that lives in Texas and they are let's say rough around the edges. Basically, it was about me running around with them getting into trouble.
One of the last things I remember about this dream, I go to the refrigerator and get something out of it. And there is a remote, and I thought to myself wait this does not belong here. I realized it was a dream and then woke up, but this thought about who put this in the frig? Echoed in my mind.
The good thing about having time nowadays is having time. I spent the morning play around with this idea. I wrote this lil poem and sent it to my poetic friend:
who put the remote in the frig?
was it you, was it me?
was it someone or is this just a dream?
I kept on thinking perhaps there is something here. Then I made this connection to this collage I was messing around with once:
Which is remix of No More Galaxies for Today, Timmy! by Eugenia Loli, that I made a few years ago. From those silly lil lines from a dream. I began to dust off a old concept that I almost forgot about. I made a couple of new versions of it.:
I don't know what any of this means. But it was fun to revisit this concept and add more of my Dreamtime touch to it.