I am going crazy these days making lists about everything I have to do to prepare to move to Denmark. The weather is fucked up there, so the decision making on the clothes I should be taking is not easy. But still, I found a bit of time to draw.
My mind seems to be in need of some vacation and apparently according to my subconscious me, I should go to Togo. I dreamed I was in a group tour, and it started in a group meeting with the guide, in what it looked like a classroom. All the tourists, including me, were sitting in old wooden chairs listening to the handsome guide, a tall togolese (togolese sounded well in my mind) man in sunglasses and a funny accent. In the front row, there was a red haired girl, with a massive amount of curly hair which I would have loved to have in real life. But in the dream, her hair seemed to be annoying everyone, since it blocked the view of the rest of the tourists from the guide. And you know how histerically some tourists follow their guides, so any interference with that deserves a penalty.
They convinced the girl to shave her hair immediately, and there she came back with a bald head with very, very short orange hair. All my admiration for her beauty disappeared, not because of her baldness but because her ears seemed to be covered in orange hair too -curls included, ew!-
I decided that I didn't like these people, and I didn't want to be friends with the red haired girl anymore - she was making weird noises with her chair, something I find really annoying- so I went sightseeing on my own. It was a sunny and beautiful day, and it didn't look like an african country at all, no messy streets and loud markets; no goats biting my feet or fast motorcicles racing past me, no kids playing football with worn out balls. It was peaceful and had beautiful buildings. I kept walking and ended up in a long, long empty beach with what seemed a sandcastle in the horizon.
I approached the sandcastle and I was impressed with what it had inside. It was a prison! I stood there, with my feet in the water, admiring the architecture without getting any closer, and suddenly the alarms went off and a crowd of prisoners started running out of the building like a herd of zombies from 28 days later. I stood there for a bit and then my brain woke up and said: RUN, YOU IDIOT.
I found a hole (I didn't promise this would be a realistic dream) and hid there. A couple of prisoners saw me, but the guards were shooting from the prison's roof and they didn't want to take the risk of not running. Except one. He tried to get in the hole with me, not with good intentions. He didn't want to hide there, he wanted my camera! So I kicked him in the face and he left, and I don't remember anything else.
I loved this dream. The landscapes were so amazingly beautiful that I couldn't believe my mind was able to build all that beauty out of nowhere. The power of our imagination is sometimes unbelievable, don't you think?