Live long. Peace and transcendence. It’s one of two in series I’m working on. I want to paint three more in this style. It has certain colors and a vibe i feel personally. Too me, it’s about another dimension or something like that.

  • mimic_kry@sh.itjust.worksEnglish
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    8 hours ago

    The boundary between dreams and reality might be thinner than we realize, perhaps? Because I’ve had an oddly similar experience, though with sleep paralysis involved. Kept waking up over and over, kept running to the bathroom mirror to see if I was still dreaming.

    I actually don’t know if I escaped that lmao. For all I know, I could still be trapped in a waking cycle.

    …man it’d have been terrifying if I actually did wake up just then

    • Farmdude@lemmy.worldOPEnglish
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      4 hours ago

      Nelson Mandela was on Arsenio Hall, and I remember his tour after prison. The Mandela effect was annoying to me.

      One of them is real. I grew up with a family of hippi types. No AC. No TV. Just music and lots of weed. Their kids got the ok to smoke at 13. They fared well in school and had a close-knit family. It’s was because instead of TV, they all sat at a large table, talked, listened to music, played music, and everyone got their share of attention from their father the big personality of the house. This included me.

      Ok, we listened to so much old music. Queens, we are the champions played thousands of times. A specifically remember us singing of the world. I specifically remember a friend named Champ. I would sing the chorus when he arrived. He is the champion, he is the champion, of the world. Yeah, so I’m not sure how this works exactly. This is not my memory slipping. This is not a different version. We listened to old Vinyl records. Yeah, so fk. IDK

      • mimic_kry@sh.itjust.worksEnglish
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        3 hours ago

        Y’know, this is the reason why current global events are so depressing to me. We should all have the time and just…wherewithal to explore these things. Because there are some truly important questions we’re (I think) asking ourselves.

        And yeah, I’m kinda there with you. My dreams often feel like memories of other people, though I don’t know why I feel that way. I feel the strangest sense of nostalgia, too, when I dream sometimes.

        I honestly don’t know what they could mean, if they mean anything at all. I tell myself they’re just fantastical visions my brain invented but…how? From what source? Using what inspiration?

        I honestly don’t know either.