Tactile dream. Of paper.
I had a fantastically real-seeming dream about publishing a book and having it printed on the most luxurious paper I’ve ever felt. It was printed on the processed fibrous bark of some bush that doesn’t actually exist. The paper was dense, smooth, almost velour-textured. It gave crystal-clear impressions to the ink deposited on it, and was luxurious to fan through. It was almost warm to the touch, naturally dyed (kind of taupe-colored), and exceedingly sexy.
This is one of the few multi-sensual dreams I’ve experienced, and the first exceedingly tactile, almost erotic, dream I can recall that did not involve strategic female fat deposits. In other words: I had a booby dream about paper.
And now I’m on a search for ultrafine papers. I use 28 lb. Crane’s Crest cotton paper in my regular correspondence. This dream paper made that feel like 300-grit sandpaper. Pointers?
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February 7th, 2008 at 3:11 pm
Orgasmic! Haha, at least you don’t dream about French guys…I think I shared too much.