This dream was inspired by The Witness, one of my favorite games ever. Now, everywhere I go, in my dreams and in waking life, I see puzzles. Somehow the whole world has turned into a puzzle. You might find some puzzles in these images if you play the game.
K comes into the house toting all kinds of cool stuff she picked up at some neighborhood garage sale.
I decide to go out and look, going around the back of the house to find the grassy trail that leads down the hill. Once I get there, though, the sale’s been totally picked over.
Recently it feels like my whole life revolves around shopping, and not in a good way. It turns out trying to build a new life in a new country while also acquiring as few things as possible is difficult! So I’m not surprised, if also not amused, by the wave of frustrated-shopping-experiences dreams these last few months. And if someone knows where I can find a really beautiful coffee table in Tokyo please let me know. Har.
I’m in a wintery, snowy place. I’m traveling around from building to building, making my way across the snow. I’m determined to get to my destination. But where is that?
Taken at James Turrell’s House of Light
I’m looking for a place to eat my piece of cake.
After setting off down the road, I eventually get a ride from Mr. Carson. Yes, the butler from Downton Abbey.
Finally I find the grounds of an abandoned house where I can eat in peace.
Ellery top & skirt / Stylenanda top / Celine shoes
I’m at a dusty desert cliff house that’s being renovated. Climb up the gently sloping roof and on top there’s a pool and a hot tub surrounded with giant cacti and succulents. The concrete panels, cut through with circular holes, are warm in the sun.
taken at Arcosanti, AZ
The world is moving in slow motion, looping and looping, an endless molasses Shepard tone. Am I asleep?
On an island somewhere in the middle of nowhere, I’m on the hunt for a mythical beast. It turns out it’s not vicious at all.
Outside in a golden field you can find the puzzle panels.
Solve them for rewards and power ups.
I’m arranging some blue hydrangeas in my dream.
I used to hate hydrangeas, but after learning about different varieties and seeing some spectacular specimens over the years, I’ve grown to love them.
I’m particular about them, though. I don’t know how to explain what makes a great hydrangea (yet), but I know one when I see one.
top photo, clockwise from top left: Agnes Martin, ulexite, Byredo Oud Immortel, glass tumbler, Craftsman and Wolves blackberry verbena cake
I’m wandering around a deserted island and find an empty house. Bells sound out in the distance. It’s time to get back.
