Dreamland: Terry Marks Tarlow's head shrinks

I don’t know whether this really counts as a dream or not. It seems like maybe it was more of a hypnagogic image where I was just past the edge of sleep but not yet sleeping soundly. But it was so odd I ought to mention it.

First there was an image of a rather large jewel, it was diamond shaped, orange and shiny and solid, about 9 inches tall. It was resting on a wire frame.

Then my viewpoint slowly shifted over to my left and there was just Terry Marks Tarlow, her head alone, speaking to me, and it was much larger than life size, maybe two and a half feet across, as if sitting in a chair but much larger.

I don’t think the content of what we said was even in the dream, but we were having a conversation, she was asking me something. Then when I said something, it had the effect of her huge head shrinking down and deflating, more horizontally than vertically, so that what had been recognizable human features collapsed inward into a friendly purple kind of cartoon face, a change from the photograph look of the larger-than-life head into a kind of claymation deformation with her eyes closed and with a sad expression on her mouth.
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