So, I just got this idea for a stop-motion animation short. I got really excited about it, until I realized that although I have the technical capability (hardware, general knowledge), I lack all other ingredients, such as time, experience, artistic ability and good ol' book learnin'. I might have those some day, and take care of that dreambug. Maybe not.
I got to wondering, with a menagerie of them such as mine, little ideas and visions that pop into the world, but never make it out of the brilliant daylight of the mind into the dark, curious land of the real - how many dreambugs depart with their owner every day, having been crafted to life by one imagination and spirit, but unmet and unacknowledged by anyone else.
I guess it's like describing a dream to someone. Something that changed you while you slept, made you feel the richest of emotions, but, somehow, in the telling, withers at the sound of ignoble laughter, not making THEIR sense.
Perhaps the happiest of dreambugs remain safe and warm, and perhaps that is well. I'll let this one grow a little before deciding its future.....
Listening to: My old iPad