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All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown)
And the sky is gray (and the sky is gray)
I’ve been for a walk (I’ve been for a walk)
On a winter’s day (on a winter’s day)
I’d be safe and warm (I’d be safe and warm)
If I was in L.A. (if I was in L.A.)
You know how dreams can be. Vivid. Psychedelic. Exciting. Inspiring. Contradictory. Upsetting. Disturbing. Terrifying. Perplexing.
Perplexing because they are not bound by constraints of any kind. Characters change through shape shifting. Time and space become multidimensional, fluid, reversible, and intersectional. Logic as we know it does not exist. In short, each dream has its own unique and self-defined indelible reality to the dreamer.
This past New England winter weekend felt like a dream to me. The trance came across me when I stumbled across Fossil Free California (FFCA). On its home page in bold black cap letters on a striking yellow background it proclaims:
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