A midsummer night’s dream 1998

I dreamt this cartoon image, of a person’s mind, in which row after row of roses were blooming, continually, in rhythm, pulsing quickly, manufacturing colors, an overwhelming visual. Flowing and graceful, everything is b e au ti ful. Diffused, glowing colors, born almost textured, not quite physically tangible, the manifest of opiates.

Rows and rows of peace.

..And I dreamed of the homeless man dreaming of the roses, sleeping on a single mattress, in an alleyway, next to the Dumpster. No pillow, no sheets. A hot night, the space between life and death’s release.

So very far from his home.

In his dream, he smiles.