dreamscapes

the island city floats captivated between sea and sky, both of the deepest color sapphire, without so much as a flaw to hint at the vivid depth between them. further to the west on the horizon, a warm glow paints the heavens behind the clouds a surrealistic rose hue. like morning mist drifting silently across a harbour, clouds glide across the sky, taunting the eye as if daring you to guess what they're hiding... it is early morning, on a limitless plain the color of red brick; small plants are dotted along as if painted by a the haphazard brush of some forgotten artist. in the middle of the field, an oasis can be seen, and one might notice animals wandering absently by, or stopping to drink at the small pool nestled within. on closer inspection, you find the oasis is comprised not of palms, but of mango trees. not bothering to give merit to this peculiarity, you focus on the bamboo loveseat that sits opposite the pool, and the couple that sit upon it, gazing intently at oneanother. the sofa has tacky brown cushions with that eggshell pattern that was so popular in middle america during the 1980s. the man is wearing a bright blue hawaiian tourist shirt, and khaki shorts with no shoes. he is slightly muscular and well tanned. the beautiful woman sitting opposite him is wearing a simple green dress with an attractive diamond pattern, and appears to be interested in nothing but the man who looks adoringly back at her. a soft glow eminates from the pool, and both of the lovers shift their attention to look within. as if watching through a window, they see a couple very similar to themselves lying together on a couch, embracing tenderly. the man remarks to his love, 'remember back then; how much i loved you?... i love you more now.' as she sees the truth in his eyes, a single tear caresses her cheek and strikes the earth below. they kiss sensously, and close their eyes, for this is their dream... a fanciful landscape of a dreamworld turned upside down. the sky consists of of an emerald ocean, which occasionaly sheds salty drops to reveal its true nature. the ground is less than substantial, being made of clouds, with grass made of sunlight. speckled here and there are brilliant red and blue flowers, that taste of raspberry and blueberry respectively. in the distance, surreptual snowflakes waft gently downwards, with the guarantee that catching one will have the reward of a prismatic t-shirt; made of every color but white. nearby are some magestic trees made of water and feathers. if you pass your hand through the water that forms the trunk, the featherlike leaves rustle as if stirred by a breeze. perhaps even more remarkable, is a tremendous mass of jello that tastes like honey, and beckons of less tangible pleasures. maybe you prefer mango? everything can be arranged here...