rough description after waking up :
last bit of a dream - maybe it was a school trip or something, with classmates from the past and present, we were all lying on this, not field but hills, it was vast and from afar it looked pretty green but when we all relaxed and lied and sad here and there, in our comfortable and silent positions, you can see that under us the brown-lilac strips of crinkly material which felt like crunchy leaves when you sat on them were not nature at all but something like skin, decayed skin, but it was more like dried leaves, but I remember seeing the end of a strip and it was resembling a hand, and suddenly traumatised and horrified scream/ shout ensued and it was so abrupt against the silence and ruffling of us that came afterwards, but she, the person who is usually quite strong leapt out of her spot in the forest / hills (not unlike trash island in isle of dogs) and walked right out saying what happened to them? it’s horrible.. and at the back of my mind I always knew about the corpses or decaying humans, I even had the sentiment to turn and say something like, I know, I’ve seen them when they were fresher, recounting more flesh on the bones. it was traumatic and I probably blocked it. the absolute deadness of the human body. laid on one side . it seemed that they were in some sort of war. perhaps they had a war helmet on. anyway, everyone sort of started freaking out and getting up, some people even went to the site to look at those more physical bodies, but I walked in long strides, I could feel them burning at the back of my mind, I could feel them spreading evil from the shadows of those shallow dips in the hills made up of remains. I walk on, as with the majority of others. / strange transition in which it is more like a school trip suddenly we are all excited and happier and lighter and there’s more sun, it felt like we were exiting a place with the cold blue hallways and windows without glass revealing the acid sunlight whitewashing the view outside and beside us. there was water - as if continuing from the landscape of the hills we just came from uphill, there was waterfall, there was foliage surrounding waterfall. but it was barricaded and protected (it or us?) like viewing something at a zoo. The walls are still the stone cold white blue from the hallways. we all crowd and take pictures of this waterfall from different angles, we all strive for a different perspective. maybe one of us will win. I walk on, the school trip’s end is near.
... the hill bit was mostly dead lilac-brown colours very muted as we were partly in the shade but maybe also some very grey-greens. everything felt reminiscent of a corpse. yet we were having the most relaxed time, sort of reading and sitting with my legs arched in the typical relaxed way when u read a book on a warm afternoon. (not unlike Alice in the beginning of wonderland) the temperature wasn’t too cold or hot, it was so temperate that you didn’t think about it at all. the air wasn’t heavy, only the texture under us crunchy and freshly dried. only when the sinister realisation of sitting on supposedly skin, very neatly skinned remains, but only the skin, which has long since dried, crept up as I recognise the hand that extended from under me. like I crushed this person. the atmosphere when that person shouted horrifically and running away was similar to that of battle royale. the sun was too bright, the atmosphere feeling like a normal day laughing bitterly at our sorry fates. this was a historical site that no one remembers. and thinking back about those fresher corpses, the moment when I said I remember seeing them when they were fresher with more meat on their bones (but nevertheless I could still see the whites of every joint in the shoulder, arm, knuckle, etc) the figure in that flash of memory was sitting upright and looking at me, traumatised as if only just been blast from a power much greater than him. his face was fleshy and eyeballs prominent, with the lack of eyelid and any skin left (not dissimilar to the wolf head in the film company of wolves or the artwork in art and animals ?) but he did have a helmet on like a soldier. so in contrast the scene as we were walking down those hills with not substantial ground, every step was crunchy and airy, eerie, that looking at the naturalistic view was like the waterfall was washing away the trauma of what just happened. viewing that waterfall through that barricade like window was very peaceful and strange indeed. it was very cold colours here and dark green foliage.
I want to make this into a painting, perhaps something with a cinematic ratio again. What really hit me in this dream was the contrast between the casual 'relaxing warm afternoon' to the gloom and doom feeling that is not unlike the 'end of the world' feeling that has been cosuming the world lately. In this way it is kind of similar to the nightmare death dream (with the contrast between the nonchalant dinner indoors and the catastrophe out the window)...
To make it I think I'll also gather some film stills, especially from the japanese novel-turned-film battle royale. because when I was leaning against those crunchy dead leaves, something imminently horrific was so close within reach - the most ominous feeling - I have the traumatic drumming from the original jumanji film beating, beating, beating - and, reach me it did, when I looked down to see the dried skin so perfectly but limply preserved as a limb with the unmistakable shape of human fingers.
I also did a very quick rough sketch...
last bit of a dream - maybe it was a school trip or something, with classmates from the past and present, we were all lying on this, not field but hills, it was vast and from afar it looked pretty green but when we all relaxed and lied and sad here and there, in our comfortable and silent positions, you can see that under us the brown-lilac strips of crinkly material which felt like crunchy leaves when you sat on them were not nature at all but something like skin, decayed skin, but it was more like dried leaves, but I remember seeing the end of a strip and it was resembling a hand, and suddenly traumatised and horrified scream/ shout ensued and it was so abrupt against the silence and ruffling of us that came afterwards, but she, the person who is usually quite strong leapt out of her spot in the forest / hills (not unlike trash island in isle of dogs) and walked right out saying what happened to them? it’s horrible.. and at the back of my mind I always knew about the corpses or decaying humans, I even had the sentiment to turn and say something like, I know, I’ve seen them when they were fresher, recounting more flesh on the bones. it was traumatic and I probably blocked it. the absolute deadness of the human body. laid on one side . it seemed that they were in some sort of war. perhaps they had a war helmet on. anyway, everyone sort of started freaking out and getting up, some people even went to the site to look at those more physical bodies, but I walked in long strides, I could feel them burning at the back of my mind, I could feel them spreading evil from the shadows of those shallow dips in the hills made up of remains. I walk on, as with the majority of others. / strange transition in which it is more like a school trip suddenly we are all excited and happier and lighter and there’s more sun, it felt like we were exiting a place with the cold blue hallways and windows without glass revealing the acid sunlight whitewashing the view outside and beside us. there was water - as if continuing from the landscape of the hills we just came from uphill, there was waterfall, there was foliage surrounding waterfall. but it was barricaded and protected (it or us?) like viewing something at a zoo. The walls are still the stone cold white blue from the hallways. we all crowd and take pictures of this waterfall from different angles, we all strive for a different perspective. maybe one of us will win. I walk on, the school trip’s end is near.
... the hill bit was mostly dead lilac-brown colours very muted as we were partly in the shade but maybe also some very grey-greens. everything felt reminiscent of a corpse. yet we were having the most relaxed time, sort of reading and sitting with my legs arched in the typical relaxed way when u read a book on a warm afternoon. (not unlike Alice in the beginning of wonderland) the temperature wasn’t too cold or hot, it was so temperate that you didn’t think about it at all. the air wasn’t heavy, only the texture under us crunchy and freshly dried. only when the sinister realisation of sitting on supposedly skin, very neatly skinned remains, but only the skin, which has long since dried, crept up as I recognise the hand that extended from under me. like I crushed this person. the atmosphere when that person shouted horrifically and running away was similar to that of battle royale. the sun was too bright, the atmosphere feeling like a normal day laughing bitterly at our sorry fates. this was a historical site that no one remembers. and thinking back about those fresher corpses, the moment when I said I remember seeing them when they were fresher with more meat on their bones (but nevertheless I could still see the whites of every joint in the shoulder, arm, knuckle, etc) the figure in that flash of memory was sitting upright and looking at me, traumatised as if only just been blast from a power much greater than him. his face was fleshy and eyeballs prominent, with the lack of eyelid and any skin left (not dissimilar to the wolf head in the film company of wolves or the artwork in art and animals ?) but he did have a helmet on like a soldier. so in contrast the scene as we were walking down those hills with not substantial ground, every step was crunchy and airy, eerie, that looking at the naturalistic view was like the waterfall was washing away the trauma of what just happened. viewing that waterfall through that barricade like window was very peaceful and strange indeed. it was very cold colours here and dark green foliage.
I want to make this into a painting, perhaps something with a cinematic ratio again. What really hit me in this dream was the contrast between the casual 'relaxing warm afternoon' to the gloom and doom feeling that is not unlike the 'end of the world' feeling that has been cosuming the world lately. In this way it is kind of similar to the nightmare death dream (with the contrast between the nonchalant dinner indoors and the catastrophe out the window)...
To make it I think I'll also gather some film stills, especially from the japanese novel-turned-film battle royale. because when I was leaning against those crunchy dead leaves, something imminently horrific was so close within reach - the most ominous feeling - I have the traumatic drumming from the original jumanji film beating, beating, beating - and, reach me it did, when I looked down to see the dried skin so perfectly but limply preserved as a limb with the unmistakable shape of human fingers.
I also did a very quick rough sketch...