Since Kelley asked me yesterday, I actually made an effort to remember my dreams from last night. As it turns out, I had a bizarre one, though not of the epic variety. In this dream I inhabited a world where images came to life. Creative people were celebrated because the images they created actually gave birth to another living being. The thing is, the images came to life exactly how they were created. So most of these living images were 2 dimensional. Just flat painted people walking around. As usual, my dream was merely a scene from a much larger story, and I entered it with an inherit understanding of the overall story. The scene I inhabited in this dream was one where myself, another "Real" (The term given by living images to flesh and blood creatures) and several image people were sitting around a table talking. Apparently some of the image people were newly created and were just beginning to gain an understanding of the world around them. For example, one image person was bragging about the shading his creator had bestowed upon his likeness, while another, almost cubist image person, wasn't interested in looking like a "real". This world, although I only experienced a few minutes of it, was very vivid and, as you can imagine, quite colorful. I remember witnessing the birth of two image people who had merely been faces painted on the seats of barstools. It was interesting to note that some "creators" (artists) had begun to use computers to construct 3 dimensional image people, who naturally had an innate superiority complex, which was scoffed at by the more abstract, surrealist and impressionist image people who thought it "unoriginal" to look too much like a "real". I guess perhaps this dream was a tiny glimpse into the worlds created by imagination. It's probable that this dream was inspired, somewhat, by the book I'm currently reading, called "The Strange Adventures of Rangergirl", by Tim Pratt. The novel involves, among other things, characters from a comic book that seem to begin appearing in real life. Not a big stretch of the imagination to get from that to paintings springing to life.

 Thanks, Kelley, for putting the idea in my head to try to remember dreams. This was a fun one.