Now, all I have to do is add some dialogue and an ending, and I'll have a nice little story...if only it was that easy.
I had an amazing dream last night; one of the rare ones that possessed a narrative structure. I was wearing the armor of a 14th-century knight, much like this picture of Bertrand du Guesclin, except that the jupon was a plain dark blue. As I was riding along an amazing landscape (more on that in a moment), I encountered a medieval lady who sent me on a quest. As in most dreams, it followed dream logic. That is, I did not hear her speak, or remember what the quest entailed; I simply found myself galloping across the countryside knowing she had sent me on my way. During the dream, I returned to her several times, and she always had another quest for me. The end of the dream has already faded from my memory, but I remember waking up happy. I mentioned the landscape. It had this hyper-reality about it. I remember thinking while in the dream that I was in some Pre-Raphaelite painting come to life. I rode across rolling hills sparsely covered with trees. The leaves on the trees were golden, but I had the feeling they were very much in their prime - these were not autumn colors. And the light. The dream world was bathed in a perpetual golden light, the kind you sometimes see at dawn or twilight. After I awoke, I was positive I had been dreaming about a specific Pre-Raphaelite painting, and I scoured the books on my bookshelves and the internet to find it. The closest I found was this painting, Sir Edward Coley Burne-Jones' The Mirror of Venus. While the trees and light are very similar to those in my dream, the steep slopes are completely wrong. I guess the dream, as often happens, took pieces of various paintings I've seen, and it put them together to create its vivid visual element.
Now, all I have to do is add some dialogue and an ending, and I'll have a nice little story...if only it was that easy.
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