This I Believe

Amanda - Sierra Vista, Arizona
Entered on June 12, 2007
Age Group: Under 18

Have you ever had the craziest dream, one you thought ‘what was I smoking last night?’ type of dream? I have and I believe my dreams provide and take part in my artistic creations that I compose with my hands. This I believe because so many of my ideas that I draw using pens and pencils turn out unbelievably amazing on paper. It is during the night, when I stay up late, my fingers moving quickly across the sketch pad that my eyelids get heavier and heavier, I fall to sleep, dreaming in the flight of my imagination. I’ll dream of a figure that needs more perfection, more vibrant colors, or maybe just whatever spark needed that will bring it to life, as if my drawing could walk right out of the paper and talk to me. Usually, my mind will fog over, immersing me into a magical world where my thoughts are muddled and swirling together as one. In each direction I look, I see different shadowy figures cross my path of vision and as the hours run away during that endless night, a charming resonate strikes out from the rest.. I have to grasp and hang onto whatever idea rings out as the most musical for me.

I remember distinctly a dream I had awhile back that helped immensely with artistic fancies, where I dreamt that I was at school in my old chemistry class; I had stayed after drama class to help with a few things which made me late to the chemistry lab. Only, the lab wasn’t the lab that I remembered from reality. In my dream, the lab was an inferno of a jungle or more like a rain forest. As I glanced around, my chemistry teacher came up to me, informing me that I would need to get started on my lab right away since everyone else in the class had already gotten started. He told me to wait a moment while he went to go get the lab for me. I stood there waiting and when he came back, I thought that the lab we would be working on was something like dissecting a frog or cow’s eyeball. But no, the panther he held in his arms wasn’t any smelly, dead froggy. Before I knew it, the teacher was telling me I needed to have the thing bite me to infuse pant

her DNA into my body for the lab assignment he was trying to get the big cat to bite me. My teacher even tried knocking me out, but to no avail. Eventually, those long fangs bit into my leg and clamped down hard. There was no pain and, instantaneously, before I could see what happened next, I awakened in my sun lit bed, thinking ‘What the heck was that all about?’.

My art is influenced by the dreams of my subconsciousness. And without those vivid colors and images, along with a strange dream or two, my imagination wouldn’t be the imagination I’ve come to love today.