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I love dreams. Almost in the same way that a druggy loves imagining themselves in a
variety of situations while high, I love imagining myself in various states of dreaming. I love how sometimes what I dream
and what I actually experience while awake become blurred, as they often do when I'm constantly busy and tired (especially
around times where I'm doing a lot of creative work.) I also love how dreams can affect the creative process. Last night,
I experienced the most genuine, lovely example of this.
I've been mulling over a lot of ideas recently for The Icily
Polite videos. Of course, with college apps and homework and the like I really have no time to animate, but I can't help that
I never stop thinking of creative endeavours. See, the problem I'm having is that all the ideas I've been having so far are
either really cool and interesting but also small and near-inexpandable (they would be good for about a minute or two, not
for a four minute song) or I simply don't have the tools necessary at my disposal to properly create them. Hand me a shiny
Macbook, some Adobe software and about a week's worth of free time and now we're talking. But because of these two limitations
I've felt stumped!
Now. For some reason lately, I've been having some really nice, bizarre, particularly clear dreams.
Which is unusual, but awesome. Anyway, the idea came to me last night right before my head hit the pillow that I should just
derive an animation from whatever I dreampt. I've done it before and it turned out great, so why not?
I had the best
dream ever. The earth was desolate, and there was this huge space station. My room was part of the space station, as well
as the immediate extremities of my room (i.e. the parts of my hosue that I can see from outside of my doorframe, such as my
mom's boyfriends office.) I noticed that the window, which I could see through and out into SPACE, had a small part of the glass-screen had peeled back and I could feel the air being sucked out. Looking
back it was weird, it was like the screen had peeled back a bit but it could hold the pressurized void of space back normally.
Anyway, I tried to fix it with duct tape, but my mom's boyfriend told me he'd fix it. Then I woke up. The last part wasn't
so epic, but you get the picture. What a delightful gift from the 90% of the human brain that scientists still have yet to
understand fully. Expect a space video when I get the chance.
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