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| In a lucid dream this tree fern was modeling for me, changing poses with its fronds as I telepathically signaled to it when to change positions. I wasn't drawing, but was memorizing the elaborate poses to paint later. After a few poses, I mentally signaled to it to change its fronds into feathers. It started to do so, but just then some pedestrians entered the scene and the tree fern, not wanting them to know of its magical powers, ceased to mutate its fronds into feathers. |