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This is a painting I created based on a more literal interpretation of a friend's dream, which is quoted below. I really wanted to capture the overall mood and feeling of a dream world, and at the same time how it could almost certainly exist here on our plane, there are just little weird things that can only exist in dreams to throw you off. This was quite a challenge for me but it was a very fun piece to create. Thanks to wacom and deviantart for running such a fun, creative contest!

Dream:
"I was living in an
arctic tribe showing a few of my foreign friends around. I didn't
realize I was a princess until the end of the dream. I lit candles in
this one room full of workers and told them I would be back shortly.
On my way out a large jolly fisherman stopped me to show me how I
could make cream cheese out of various fish innards. He mashed them up
and we went outside where the scene turned marsh for just a little bit
of time. I saw a duck prancing around, almost flirting with me and she
spread her wings to fly but didn't move, so I picked her up to help her
and when she tried, she fell onto the ground. Her wings were so
vibrant red and seemed to turn into fabric as she tried successfully a
third time to liftoff. The scene turns back into the arctic/forest
combo from before. I was preparing the village for something like an
attack( I didn't know what but that was the overwhelming feeling). I
put my human friends to bed, blew out the candles that were left and
went to hide in a wooden box outside one of the huts. I was breathing
heavily, praying that my visions of polar bears( these were occurring
all throughout the dream) would be true and that they would come to
save us. Something suddenly was turning my box over and eventually
smacked me out of it. I looked up and it was giant moose who demanded
food. I asked him if he would like these red flowers/mushrooms I had
been growing and he became livid and started to attack me. Then I
heard a loud voice "WHO DARES HARM THE PRINCESS?!" and I felt relieved
thinking it was the polar bears. However, the voice was of one of
three white flying wolves who I thought were just legend. They
thrashed around as they flew in the air to attack the moose and ripped
him apart, spilling his blood all over the hut and my flowers. I
thanked the wolves as we retreated into a cave where they could
replenish their energy, and they told me it was fun and they would
like very much to kill again."

Painted in Photoshop CS4 with a wacom tablet

Edit: Yes, I do realize the theme of the contest, in detail, is to depict your own personal dreams for the future. I think that is a very loose concept, however, and being as how I have always dreamed of dream worlds and fantasies, thought this would be a great project. Also I one day dream of becoming a great digital painter and illustrator, so is process really the dream that brings you to that end? I'm not sure, I just personally believe the theme 'Dreams' is a very open ended one, not to be pigeon-holed into only our 'realistic' futures.

Description
This is a painting I created based on a more literal interpretation of a friend's dream, which is quoted below. I really wanted to capture the overall mood and feeling of a dream world, and at the same time how it could almost certainly exist here on our plane, there are just little weird things that can only exist in dreams to throw you off. This was quite a challenge for me but it was a very fun piece to create. Thanks to wacom and deviantart for running such a fun, creative contest!

Dream:
"I was living in an
arctic tribe showing a few of my foreign friends around. I didn't
realize I was a princess until the end of the dream. I lit candles in
this one room full of workers and told them I would be back shortly.
On my way out a large jolly fisherman stopped me to show me how I
could make cream cheese out of various fish innards. He mashed them up
and we went outside where the scene turned marsh for just a little bit
of time. I saw a duck prancing around, almost flirting with me and she
spread her wings to fly but didn't move, so I picked her up to help her
and when she tried, she fell onto the ground. Her wings were so
vibrant red and seemed to turn into fabric as she tried successfully a
third time to liftoff. The scene turns back into the arctic/forest
combo from before. I was preparing the village for something like an
attack( I didn't know what but that was the overwhelming feeling). I
put my human friends to bed, blew out the candles that were left and
went to hide in a wooden box outside one of the huts. I was breathing
heavily, praying that my visions of polar bears( these were occurring
all throughout the dream) would be true and that they would come to
save us. Something suddenly was turning my box over and eventually
smacked me out of it. I looked up and it was giant moose who demanded
food. I asked him if he would like these red flowers/mushrooms I had
been growing and he became livid and started to attack me. Then I
heard a loud voice "WHO DARES HARM THE PRINCESS?!" and I felt relieved
thinking it was the polar bears. However, the voice was of one of
three white flying wolves who I thought were just legend. They
thrashed around as they flew in the air to attack the moose and ripped
him apart, spilling his blood all over the hut and my flowers. I
thanked the wolves as we retreated into a cave where they could
replenish their energy, and they told me it was fun and they would
like very much to kill again."

Painted in Photoshop CS4 with a wacom tablet

Edit: Yes, I do realize the theme of the contest, in detail, is to depict your own personal dreams for the future. I think that is a very loose concept, however, and being as how I have always dreamed of dream worlds and fantasies, thought this would be a great project. Also I one day dream of becoming a great digital painter and illustrator, so is process really the dream that brings you to that end? I'm not sure, I just personally believe the theme 'Dreams' is a very open ended one, not to be pigeon-holed into only our 'realistic' futures.