All my dreams take place in heaven

(surreal / dream-logic / quantum-imbued version) There is a realm that flickers above the world, an unmapped interior sky where imagination lives before it chooses a shape. It is older than memory, younger than dawn, shimmering like the moment a dream realises it is dreaming. In that expanse, light bruises into colour, shadows hum with meaning, and time drifts in soft, circular currents. This work rises from that deep field, the vast dreaming that holds all dreamers. Here, a wounded swan falls through dawn as if through water, its slow descent echoing across the in-between. Mountains breathe; their ribs glow. Rivers remember every footstep that has not yet been taken. Flowers pulse with the quiet electricity of thought. And through it all, a subtle radiance moves, the luminous thread that binds vision to vision, world to world, the seen to the almost-seen. Nothing is linear in this terrain. Images fold into one another like overlapping sleep. A garden blooms in the corner of the mind and dissolves just as quickly. A figure made of gold dust flickers past the edge of sight. Trees whisper in symbols rather than sentences. Everything is both itself and something more: a veil, a key, a fragment of the vast interior weather of the universe. This project lingers in that threshold, where the subconscious opens like a doorway and the earth speaks in a language we feel rather than hear. It is the space where all dreams meet, not as stories, but as vibrations, energies, shimmering possibilities moving through the body like soft static. A place where imagination is not an escape from reality, but a parallel current floating alongside it, alive, luminous, and enduring. The images are traces of that big dream: fleeting, radiant, ungraspable. They do not explain themselves. They simply arise, like visions returning from a place that exists everywhere and nowhere at once. A country made of tenderness, strangeness, and quiet revelation, a realm touched only when the conscious mind loosens and the deeper self steps toward the light. All my dreams take place in heaven, the heaven that flickers above the world, the one made of vision, vibration, and the quiet shimmer of the unseen.