Նռան գույնը (Цвет граната, The Color of Pomegranates), 1969, Sergei Parajanov
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Ever since I moved back to my college dorm back in august, I have barely had a whole night’s sleep without seeing a window in my dreams. More often than not, the window is broken by a person or an animal that tries to climb through it. Sometimes I try to peek through a window that is covered and sometimes I see someone else through a window. I don’t know for sure what these dreams are tying to tell me, but I have a slight idea. I thought that maybe I would solve this by drawing my dreams, but I still keep having them. One funny thing that should be a coincidence, but also could be related to this is that the same day as these dreams started, I had my first meeting with one of my closest friends when he climbed through my window to help because I forgot my keys.
Lumpfish from Marcus Elesier Bloch’s Ichthyologie ou, Histoire naturelle des poissons. Berlin 1796.
Source: Harvard University, Museum of Comparative Zoology, Ernst Mayr Library (online via Biodiversity Heritage Library: https://www.biodiversitylibrary.org/item/26748).
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once i dreamt that i was watching a documentary film in high school english class called ‘the best pig at watching’. it opened on a pig staring motionlessly at something offscreen. a narrator said 'this is the best pig at watching’. it then was struck by lightning and the narrator said 'the best pig at watching has died. i now take you to the second best pig at watching’. the documentary went tn another pig that was afloat on like an ice floe in an ocean, staring at something offscreen. then the ice floe sank and the narrator said 'oh dear. we now take you to the third best pig at watching’ and it just continued like that with various pigs in dangerous situations staring off-camera until they died, to which the narrator reacted with mild disappointment and taking the camera to the next pig. this just kept happening until i woke up
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