Last night, I dreamed I was driving my car. There was an otherworldly twilight and the night was colorful. I drove towards a steep slope. People around couldn’t understand why I took the risk but nevertheless, I took the leap of faith and sped up along the slope. I was working some magic with all my might, and then the car took off, a bit timidly at first but soon I was flying. The car seemed exhilarated and I had a bit of trouble controlling it, until I just let go. I let the car drive itself and it took me to some wonderful places, filled with magic and enchantment. Everything was so vibrant and very similar to the kind of paintings I try to achieve.