The other night, I dreamed that I finally got the chance to show my work in a shared exhibition. What was my subject? Rats and lots of them. And they weren’t just any old rats, but rodents of unusual size. I painted a picture of hundreds of huge rats.
I’m an intense dreamer: I dream in colour, can read small sections of text and feel the gamut from hunger, fear, sadness, any type of emotion or instinct. Due to their intensity, I can recall them days, months even years later. Last night, I felt pride in my rodent painting. Everyone else in the exhibit chose flowers and mountains, I chose a rat infestation.* Yep, sounds like something I would do! 😉
Sometimes I try to translate my dreams into drawings, so this week I sketched just one ratty. But if I can find the right images, I might even paint my dream. (Or try to anyways)
What about you? Do you remember your dreams? Have you ever used your dreams as a catalyst for writing fiction or making visual art?
*Disclaimer: For all my rat-lover friends, I like the rats, nay, I love the rats. When domesticated, they are cute and usually cuddly. But these weren’t pets, these were giant, monsters who had consumed the entire planet with their wild rattiness. It was a weird, terrifying sight. In other words, it was a really cool idea for a painting!*
Drawing inspired by this photograph: http://www.nature.com/scitable/blog/student-voices/are_sharp_teeth_necessary_to