When I was very little I used to have a recurring dream.
It was in black and white.
I would ‘see’ a blank piece of white paper.
When I was and happy it would fill up with black crayon marks in long flowing loopy lines. Soft and gentle curves. (I never saw the crayon or the hand making the marks, they just appeared.)
When I was angry or upset about something the crayon marks would appear darker, thicker and at angry angles and many more would fill the page.
Textbook, huh? LOL
It was in black and white.
I would ‘see’ a blank piece of white paper.
When I was and happy it would fill up with black crayon marks in long flowing loopy lines. Soft and gentle curves. (I never saw the crayon or the hand making the marks, they just appeared.)
When I was angry or upset about something the crayon marks would appear darker, thicker and at angry angles and many more would fill the page.
Textbook, huh? LOL
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