The most interesting feature of this week's dreams was when I was a young hunter fellow that had stumbled across some sort of bear's campsite. The catch was that the bear was somewhat intelligent and had managed to create some glyphs of humans wearing red on the wall of a nearby cave. This was an unusual dream, however, because near the beginning of the narrative, I was looking at a plant display in a hardware store, and there was just overwhelming green everywhere. I don't know if there's anything to the interpretation of dreams by color, but I do know that green is usually a secondary color to me... generally there will be a lot of sandstone-y reddish orange with possibly some balance from green. I cannot remember another dream in which green was the dominant color, yet it definitely was in this one (even in the bear scene, the red glyphs and brown of the log and bear were couched in a glorious ferny wood).
Meanwhile, in real life, the dominant color is white. Ah, beautiful, beautiful snow. I still haven't gotten tired of it, as the natives predicted. I still haven't stopped childishly stomping off pathways so I can sink my shoes into the snowbanks. I even enjoyed it when it was extremely windy and snow was blowing into my clothes like a softer but colder version of the windblown sand back home. The snow dunes the next day! I suppose I was mistaken when I thought that new-falling snow was the most beautiful weather feature in this world... drifts of perfectly smooth, slightly curved whiteness beat "flat" snow any day.
Reality check. I also found out that my breath can actually freeze onto things! How cool! [/childhood reclaimed]
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Ah, snow drifts. If only the local weather still produced the the awesome sculptures I remember when I was younger.
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