A characteristic of my dreams is their vastness, their quality
of infinite space. I move in mighty landscapes, among tremendous
depths and expanses and with unlimited views to all sides.
The loftiness and airiness of the dream come out again
in its color scheme of rare, luminous blues and violets,
and mystically transparent browns — all of which I promise myself
to remember in the day-time, yet there can never recall.
Long perspectives stretch before me, distance is the password of
the scenery. At times I feel that the fourth dimension
is within reach. I fly, in dream, to any altitude.
Paraphrases from the novella Shadows on the Grass by Isak Dinesen.