{"id":263,"date":"2020-11-01T19:51:32","date_gmt":"2020-11-02T03:51:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/rileyrae\/?p=263"},"modified":"2020-11-01T19:51:53","modified_gmt":"2020-11-02T03:51:53","slug":"this-has-got-to-be-a-dream","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/rileyrae\/2020\/11\/01\/this-has-got-to-be-a-dream\/","title":{"rendered":"This Has Got to Be a Dream!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today I am doing a study on a segment from Italo Calvino&#8217;s novel,\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/learn.twu.ca\/pluginfile.php\/479207\/mod_resource\/content\/1\/Calvino-Invisible-Cities.pdf\"><em>Invisible Cities<\/em> <\/a>where I record the colours, textures, perspectives and shapes I find, and then write a surreal story of my own! Calvino writes his story with dream-like perspectives and ideas, letting the nonsense of his imagination come to life on paper.<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li><strong>Colours<\/strong>: greyness, green, copper reflection, sparkling, darkness, different coloured inks, invisible (not really a &#8220;colour&#8221;&#8230;), blue, white, rose, blank, yellowish, glimmer, yellow, crimson, indigo, magenta, purple<\/li>\n<li><strong>Textures<\/strong>: beringed, silken, marble, wrinkled, solid, liquid, stained-glass, cobbles, slabs, gravel, tiles, patches, embroidered, clumped, dry, opaque, calcified<\/li>\n<li><strong>Perspectives<\/strong>: the city, immersed in water, peer into eyes, dawn, lake, on dry land, network, up-and-down, hanging streets, discontinuous, evident, hidden, spiralling, buried, erased, rolling coast, dangling, upwards, down, incomplete perspective, starry<\/li>\n<li><strong>Shapes<\/strong>: arch, stone, canopy, zigzagging, domes, pearl, floating leaves, straight line, acrobats&#8217; steps, parabolas, onion dome, square, long, straight, lots, stacks, circular, loop, crooked, cloud<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>I often have vivid dreams but only remember a select few of them. The dream that I will share is an odd one, which I recorded a while back for a little short story. Since this is a separate assignment and meant to be written shorter, I will about one or two of the locations in the dream and change aspects to add more interest and creativity instead of recording the full story. This will not copy the paper verbatim.<\/p>\n<h2>My Story: Spidermans and Cajons<\/h2>\n<p>I was inside of a wide cave that was filled with orangish light even though there were no lights in the ceiling and we were far enough down the cave to not receive light from the sky. The rocky walls appeared dry and dusty but my skin did not feel dry in this room. It was the colour of the Grand Canyon on a sunny day, but it did not feel hot or cold. The temperature was so normal that I did not notice it.<\/p>\n<p>I went down a spiral rock hallway to a lower floor than where my dad and David and Rahul were, because I was afraid, though I don&#8217;t know what of. I might have been scared because when we first came into the cave, it felt like I was a small child as a guest in a stranger&#8217;s home with my family. I was exploring new rooms excitedly but also with the fear of entering somewhere I wasn&#8217;t allowed to go, even though no rules had been set. I didn&#8217;t want to get in trouble for entering the wrong space.<\/p>\n<p>The lower room I currently stood in, was darker than the oddly lighted one I had come from. On this cave level, there were rocks the sizes of cajons and some the size of my family&#8217;s blue armchair that we got from Grandma Brown. It was a large room, probably the size of two classrooms and a bit deeper too. The room had a strange property that did not surprise me although it might have done so in a regular realm. This room made it so that each person within has eight other versions of him or herself surrounding them in a perfect square. The only way I can describe this phenomenon is by thinking of the time when I dropped a ping pong ball on the shiny floor of my church, which has a large open room with many bright lights. When the ping pong ball bounced, it had many mirroring shadows around it, which moved in and out as the ball bounced along the floor. My cave-replicates were like this except they were real people, not shadows, and they remained uniform instead of coming in and out as I might jump. As I moved, the cave-replicates mimicked my motions exactly.<\/p>\n<p>Spiderman also had eight copies of himself. Though he wore his mask, I knew that he was the Tom Holland Spiderman from somewhere in my gut. I could also tell because I knew he had a high-pitched voice like the one from Avengers, even though we didn&#8217;t have a conversation. When I first saw Tom, he stood at about 3:00 o&#8217;clock with his red and blue suit. His suit was darker than usual and lacked the regular spiderweb designs. It was blue and red.<\/p>\n<p>From a dark, abstract part of the room came a dark boar-like creature that was the size of an elephant. He did not have copies of himself. Spiderman and I, terrified, ran away, climbing over bumpy, scratchy Cajon and armchair-sized rocks through the spiralling cave hallway. Once we reached the sunset-orange upper room, we somehow knew that we were safe.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today I am doing a study on a segment from Italo Calvino&#8217;s novel,\u00a0Invisible Cities where I record the colours, textures, perspectives and shapes I find, and then write&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1490,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-263","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-art221","category-ex-3"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/rileyrae\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/263","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/rileyrae\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/rileyrae\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/rileyrae\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1490"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/rileyrae\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=263"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/rileyrae\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/263\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":265,"href":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/rileyrae\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/263\/revisions\/265"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/rileyrae\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=263"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/rileyrae\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=263"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/rileyrae\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=263"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}