Art flows through the dream,
Reality softly bends,
Truth in heart and hand.
In this dream I was walking down a street and I heard the distinctive voice of an acquaintance as I approached a large swimming pool area behind black iron fencing. I noticed the water in the pool was frozen undulating waves and the person whose voice I hear was standing in the midst of the frozen water. He was a tall brown skinned black man with eyes that seemed to stare at something off in the distance. He was conversing with a middle aged white man who looked like a tall corporate executive wearing a light blue button down shirt. He stood somewhere nearby, not underwater , not iced- in. As I drew closer, walking by, my acquaintance noticed me and silenty watched, the frozen waters melting into undulating waves. He floated, watching curiously as I moved on.
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