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Dreams of Art in Late February

The night before, I dreamed I had taped white paper around of the tops of the legs of white feathered hens and was drawing on it as an experiment in a new medium of art.

This morning, I woke up from a dream in which I was debating in earnest with the garden designer about whether it was worth degrading the artistic integrity of the yard to remove the two adult free roaming lions, who were, we thought, quite tame. I was disappointed to realize that yes, they probably had to go.

What did you dream about last night?

One thought on “Dreams of Art in Late February”

  1. Dave says:

    The recurring flying bicycle. Seriously, it’s been one of my favorites for years.

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