dream fragments
Jun. 19th, 2003 09:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
egypturnashReading an encyclopedia supplement that was sometimes more like a giant issue of Smithsonian.
Long article on some kind of counterculture festival out on the plains of the Midwest. Not a Burning Man sort of thing; it was out in the country, not the desert, and didn't seem to be as unrestrained as BM. Mostly I saw images from the wrap-up, everyone-going-home phase...
...an interesting photocollage involving a wide shot of a woman darting a hateful look at the camera while wrangling two large dogs by the side of a dirt road, with a telephoto shot of the taillights of several motorcycles leaving along that same road.
...an aerial tracking shot of a woman in a bell-like dress, flying through the air by dint of a helicopter collar. Her arms were folded like an Egyptian mummy's because the curve of the blades echoed the shape of her dress, forming a rapidly rotating shell around her body. Her long black hair rested, somehow, a half inch atop the volume the blades were defining, not getting caught in it. Then she dove for the ground, out of the camera's range.
...a scruffy man resting on a canopy atop a bin of stuff on the side of a long trailer, going at high speed down the dusty road. He decided to move to another spot on the trailer - with practiced grace he leapt and ran on the road for a brief moment, but instead of leaping to grab the structure of the trailer further back, he mistimed his leap and smashed hard against the metal frame. Clinging to it, he nearly pressed against the large, rapidly spinning wheel; fighting for balance, he let go, and smashed into a part of the trailer further down, causing things to crack and fall. Evidently he hit it just right, because the trailer started to slew, and turned over...
...more about the woman in the first image, which has faded.
Then I flipped to other pages, earlier on in the thick volume. I browsed other articles but they have faded.
I lay in bed for a moment pondering these, then got up and grabbed my sketchbook - I wanted to draw the neck-copter. Didn't get it to work with anything like the clarity of the dream. I might play with it some more on the bus today.
Long article on some kind of counterculture festival out on the plains of the Midwest. Not a Burning Man sort of thing; it was out in the country, not the desert, and didn't seem to be as unrestrained as BM. Mostly I saw images from the wrap-up, everyone-going-home phase...
...an interesting photocollage involving a wide shot of a woman darting a hateful look at the camera while wrangling two large dogs by the side of a dirt road, with a telephoto shot of the taillights of several motorcycles leaving along that same road.
...an aerial tracking shot of a woman in a bell-like dress, flying through the air by dint of a helicopter collar. Her arms were folded like an Egyptian mummy's because the curve of the blades echoed the shape of her dress, forming a rapidly rotating shell around her body. Her long black hair rested, somehow, a half inch atop the volume the blades were defining, not getting caught in it. Then she dove for the ground, out of the camera's range.
...a scruffy man resting on a canopy atop a bin of stuff on the side of a long trailer, going at high speed down the dusty road. He decided to move to another spot on the trailer - with practiced grace he leapt and ran on the road for a brief moment, but instead of leaping to grab the structure of the trailer further back, he mistimed his leap and smashed hard against the metal frame. Clinging to it, he nearly pressed against the large, rapidly spinning wheel; fighting for balance, he let go, and smashed into a part of the trailer further down, causing things to crack and fall. Evidently he hit it just right, because the trailer started to slew, and turned over...
...more about the woman in the first image, which has faded.
Then I flipped to other pages, earlier on in the thick volume. I browsed other articles but they have faded.
I lay in bed for a moment pondering these, then got up and grabbed my sketchbook - I wanted to draw the neck-copter. Didn't get it to work with anything like the clarity of the dream. I might play with it some more on the bus today.
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