Friday, March 4, 2011

       The experience of a dream is so magical. It's both empowering and disarming. You sleep and your subconscious awakens. It reveals these buried, dynamic visions to the forefront of your consciousness. 
       I become a person I sometimes cannot dare to be. And yet, this person is somewhere inside of me. Or deciding whether to express itself. Weighing the discrepancies of the day but in this fantastic, deeply personal way. These ideas are coloring the invention of every premise. 
       It's like a diary entry I never wrote dancing through my blood. It's staggering. It's nakedness in the night. 
       This is the way in which you must surrender every night.