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Monday, June 21, 2010

What Is Life Without Color?

A Chinese woman and man (married) were getting their eyes examined. They had been getting them examined for years, because the work they did made their vision poor over time. The doctors were trying to reverse the effects their work had had on their eyes, with operations (I think, but I’m not positive) and eye drops. They were unsuccessful with the man; he raged at them and the children (there were a dozen Chinese children in the facility) were very frightened of him. I found out that his work had negatively impacted him, and the gradual loss of his site was the repercussions of his terrible work, whatever it was. His work was Bad.

I watched the doctors (white, by the way) place eye drops into his wife’s eyes and she blinked. She could see! She stood up and the Chinese children swarmed her joyously and she wept with happiness as they crowded her and hugged her. I found out that she lost her site because of her work, but she was a seamstress, sewing clothes for children, so her work was Good. And that is why she received her site back. She asked why there was no artwork in the facility and I didn’t have the answer. The doctors just shrugged and said artwork was expensive. The facility was so cold and white…

So I got down on my hands and knees and said, “It’s so easy to create your own abstract art! Just grab some conte crayons and a blank sheet of drawing paper and begin coloring and smearing…Then take a matte black frame and place it over it and you have artwork for less than $10! What is life without color?!”

That is when my alarm woke me up, blaring through my brain.


Yesterday, I had a caffeinated soda in the middle of the afternoon. I’m quite positive that is the reason for the vivid (literally) dream.


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My name is Jennifer and this is my dream diary. You'll probably think my dreams are weird; I know I do! I have been having very vivid, clear dreams my entire life, some which I still remember from when I was a child. I always dream in color, and frequently, though I don't update this blog as frequently as I'd like to.

Of note: I suffer from very mild depression and anxiety disorder, so I'm sure both have a lot to do with that, especially the latter. Death or near-death appears to be a common theme.

I hope if you take the time to read this, you find it interesting at least. I decided to begin documenting my dreams to figure out why I remember them with such clarity and others do not. Please feel free to comment and leave feedback!