créativité

i was building a raft with raw pasta and glue. i wanted to cross a pool of grape juice. my friends thought the idea was lame, but i insisted. the raft was ready, a bit wobbly. i put it in the water, it softened right away. i sank with it. all sticky with juice and soft pasta. my friends were laughing. woke up with a taste of grape in my mouth.

in a forest where the trees sang opera. each a different voice, tenor, soprano... it was beautiful but weird. sitting on a stump to listen. a squirrel comes to offer me a hazelnut and asks 'do you appreciate the woodland melody, o traveler?'. i said yes. stayed there listening until sunset. woke up with a tune in my head

I was collecting seashells on the beach, each one played a different music. One rock, one samba, one classical. Made a collection. Sitting on the sand to listen to my seashell playlist. A crab came and pinched the rock seashell. I was disappointed. Woke up hearing music.

I was painting a picture, but instead of paint, music was coming out of the brush. Each color a note. I painted a soundscape. Mountains of low sounds, a river of high melodies. A bird landed on the painting and started singing along with it. It was magnificent. When I finished, the painting played the music all by itself. Woke up inspired.

I entered a store that sold bottled clouds. Rain cloud, storm cloud, little sunshine cloud. I bought a 'creative ideas cloud'. Opened the bottle at home, a bright mist came out. I had a lot of crazy ideas: shoes that walk on their own, a bark translator. I wrote everything down. Woke up wanting to invent things.

The floor of my room became a swimming pool. Bed floating, furniture too. Put on a swimsuit and dove in. The water was lukewarm. Relaxing. Swam to the window. Saw colorful fish passing in the street. Woke up thinking the bed was wet.