The color of dream and reality
I see the color of the leaf - people have agreed to call it "green", or the blue of the sky. This example tells us that the color exists. Our brain will agree with us, it has chosen the color of one of the components of the image.
Color is ubiquitous. I close my eyes and see the color. An image, as a projection of thought, comes through form and color. He himself determines the space, which is not permanent. We live in an environment where everything has its own color scheme. Tree, sky, stone, animal, earth, man - these are the scenery of the Universe, just like the Universe is the decoration of my house. And the color itself is part of the decoration. My sense of color is associated with movement, creativity, life. As long as I see and feel the color, I have no doubt about the truth of the moment.
Sleep is closed eyes. When I close my eyes, I see randomly moving colored dots. They can change under sound windows or movement - if I hear the sound of a car passing under the windows, the image or color also moves. At the second stage, the color takes on forms, which also move randomly. The form is also transformed by sound, movement. It can even become the initial one - a disorderly movement of small dots. At the third, basically, stage, before falling into sleep, an image is formed, there is a feeling that it is black and white. The seconds leading up to sleep provide the final image. And only after this does the brain move into the nearest reality - a dream, where thoughts, fantasies, feelings and memory images are themselves reality. This is a fact from the point of view of objective reality. Sleep is a combination of all of the above, there is no form and space in a dream. Shape validation is sensory information obtained through the sensory process.
After the color, a form arises, in a dream it quickly turns into a liquid state. How our brain, remembering, gives us a sense of touch. Having a shape with emotional memory and color. In sleep there is no space, memory works in it, but there is no memory of spatial memory. Our memory cannot return to its starting point due to the lack of space. To cross space, we can immediately return to the beginning, but not in the same way. There is color here too. An image does not exist without color.
My dreams are beautiful - they are colorful, beautiful. Dreams are given to people to draw the shape and space map of the dream world. And in a dream there is no space and form.
From the very birth, children begin to experience the world in color. I like to create in children's rooms, where there are many colors - bright and light. I don't know if there is a safer place. And why not return to a room where the colors are clear and not distorted, there are no contrived words or choice of shape. There is only color.
My feeling of freedom is me to dreams, where my movement is not related to time, space and form, accompanied by color and feeling. The color is me.