An old acquaintance of mine, an artist by the name of Peyton Morris, recently made an irresistable request of her Facebook community. She asked for an image from a dream, told in the best possible detail. Why? She would like to paint it.
Having recently dreamt a strange dream — and different from my usual kind of strange — I offered it to her. It somehow piqued her interest, and a day later she handed me a dream.
I was driving a dark blue 1948 Studebaker sedan when, all of a sudden, waves upon waves of gold overcame the car. I was swallowed by all of the gold.
Funny thing is — I hate gold.
From my mind to your screen. Incredible. Thank you, Peyton.
![A Studebaker flanked by waves of gold, painted by Peyton Morris](http://images.xteamartists.com/graphics/news/2011/0225-PeytonMorris-studebaker-dream.jpg)
For Something Different
Peyton recently caught my interest when she cut through the mire of Facebook with a post about new life. I don’t mean another of the myriad of births and new pets which seem to constantly populate the News Feed. This was different.
This was living in her bathroom.
![A big mushroom grows out the bathroom tile, surrounded by vibrant orange fuzz](http://images.xteamartists.com/graphics/news/2011/0225-PeytonMorris-bathroom-fungus.jpg)
So there’s been this little orange fuzz in our bathroom for some time now. I thought it was cute, so I didn’t really think anything about it other than it’s kind of cute, so I’ve been cleaning around it. Then, when I walked in this morning, this thing had popped up. It’s doubled in size since I took the picture. I think it’s neat. «»