With the leftover paint on my palette today, I painted these five dream landscapes. They are what I’ve been dreaming. Rugged mountains, rolling hills and rolling fields. Being caught in a light that shimmers, being unable to see anything but the moment the colors move. Mostly, I’m glad in dreaming in colors.They aren’t the most welcoming landscapes, and I seem to be alone in them.  But that’s how dreams work. I do try to switch my dreams, after waking up after a disturbing one. I do try to dream my people into them, change their course.  But mostly I just feel the doom of the former dream, and know I don’t have the power to change it. Not at 4 a.m., not half-asleep.