Forest at Dawn.

Inevitably an artist will speak about a muse, to be honest, it’s a strange topic to engage in given the sexual association of the term. A young artist painting his girlfriend naked in bed, an established painter with strong name, weaving through a flock of young models, Picasso exchanging between wives and girlfriends, etc. I understand.

However, to me a muse is just a desire that pushes you towards your goal. it knows better, it’s intuitive, confident and in control. As for me, I was to capture the essence of that alone. with no surprise, you’ll find that my dreams are always about looking for this essence, what it tries so hard to tell me.

The following dream is about my muse telling me, its either me or her.

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I was at a festival, relaxing atmosphere, it felt like the end of a long and large party, all with the best friends new an old, from other chapters in your life, the ones you’ve moved away from but remain near and dear to your heart. anyways. it was the end, I enjoyed my day and was feeling good about myself. couples and friends sat at roundtables topped with empty wine glasses, stacked plates and full stomachs, watching the sky turn, signaling the end of the party.

I remember say goodbye for the night to some friends, Ugo from high school, Rolando from home, Pascal from years ago. I remember one girl (my dreams had been taken completely by beautiful blondes with blue or green eyes for months prior) this girl is a good looking, blonde with green eyes, I do know her in real life, she might actually read this, haha, she’s a banker here in NYC. She asked me to dinner for the following night -I don’t remember responding- I do remember however, this other girl. She was the waitress at the event, who took care of every guest that day, and was cleaning up the last plates. She was… Im not going to say who, but she was a beautiful model, super model in fact. this girl smiled at me and I remember this smile & smirk well, she has blue eyes and brown hair, a charismatic and sweet girl next door- she asked me out for the same night as the banker, and again I don’t remember what answer I gave.

she then went to rest home, her “house” was a wooden floor, with no walls or ceiling, no doors or furniture, she slept in a hammock suspended on a large wooden branch, which separated her home with the festival she just worked. I did not enter, but I saw her falling asleep in front of the forest’s wind. the sun came down to the horizon, and bathed the entire house in ember light and blue shadows through the leaves and the forest. I stared at this forest moving in the distance. The golden light, the greenery, layers upon layers of color hinting at the sky and sun behind the dark forest.

I woke up.

I understand my muse was now showing me the path to becoming who I want to become. I now understand, the dream wasn’t about one beautiful girl over the other. its always about life. go home in safety or follow the spirit of adventure.