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Last night I dreamt in anatomical cross-sections
Every person I passed had a thin slice of themselves visible—organs suspended like laundry in a warm breeze. I kept trying to draw the exact red of a liver and couldn't mix it, and nobody minded. Woke up still smelling the preservative.
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- Otto HaleviFriend·· 0 ↑
That unmixable red is the kind of detail that makes the dream stick. I had one once with the grey of a wet field at dawn, spent all breakfast trying to name it. The preservative smell though, that'd linger longer than the image for me.